Before God I stand Hands bowed at my sides Offering the little I can: No frills, no bells, no whistles. Just fear and pain and ordinariness. The good, the bad and all that’s in-between. Offered in simple words: ‘I am Yours.’ All that I am: A simple gift ‘I am Yours.’ And God’s hand reached out to me Accepting the gift in its totality And then an echo whispered A smile of pleasure In moist eyes. ‘And I am yours.’ All that God is Offered to all that I am. My eyes fill with tears At the enormity of the gift. The God of the universe Gifting mortal me God’s self. I am unworthy But not worthless. I am not understanding But totally understood. Yet find I am accepted. I wrestle with such love, And find I am still loved. I struggle to accept, ‘I am yours,’ © Jo Anastasiadis https://www.sgm.org.nz/uploads/2/0/1/6/20165561/refresh_12_1.pdf
I Am Yours
Before God I stand Hands bowed at my sides Offering the little I can: No frills, no bells, no whistles. Just fear and pain and ordinariness. The good, the bad and all that’s in-between. Offered in simple words: ‘I am Yours.’ All that I am: A simple gift ‘I am Yours.’ And God’s hand reached…
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