Sometimes I’ve been ungrateful,
less than grace-full; I’ve sat
in selfishness, stirred discontentment,
and I often find I’m stuck by my own
indignation. Sometimes I’m ruled
by fear of what the world can do
to me; I can be petty, jealous,
and childish. I’ve tasted bitterness,
held it on my tongue, rolled it round,
and spit it forth in words
I can never take back.
But….I am forgiven —sinner
in flesh, but clean in spirit;
wild child of God, loved
as you are loved — in all our
humanness — amid the beauty
and the bruises, in all weaknesses.
We are called to surrender, fall
into His arms, rest in the protection
of the Perfecter of love.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2020
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