Here I am hoping,
And willing,
Thy kingdom come.

Come now in me
With Thy loving,
Perfecting and forgiving.

Look on me,
Who am imperfection,
Straining my poor hand
In hoping supplication.

Turn your glance
Upon my soul.
Made in Your image.

Settle in my heart
As though it were
Your own mother’s womb.

Flowers of joy,
Peace and love,
Grow in humble ground.

copyright 2014 Joann Nelander

Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com