To Be for Jesus
Yours, totally Yours!
The wonder of it!
To be, so small,
A little nobody,
And, yet, to hold the gaze
Of the Lord of the Universe.
It is not for my merit,
That You attend my supplication.
All I have read, or heard, or done,
Fills not a thimble,
Yet, straight from the Holy Font,
You knew me
And attended to my cry.
It is grace that holds sway.
Your grace.
I am graced,
Graced by Love,
Graced by Mercy.
I am that babe,
That waits to be picked up,
And seated with You on Your throne.
If I am to judge nations,
Let it be from a throne upon Your lap.
Having sinned,
I deserve not breath,
But, crying out,
With a heart,
Affixed onto Your own,
Trust draws You to me.
Love bends Your ear,
And inclines Your Heart.
Make my poor heart
Like unto Your own,
Rich in mercy,
Resplendent in Love.
Be for me, All.
O, Lord, fill my heart,
And mind,
With holy expectations
Of Your Mercy,
Drawn from the Heart of Your Love.
© 2017 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 