My Stumbling Thrum

I come before the Lord
and He takes me as I am,
lets me see Him
in a way that I can understand.

And though all Heaven and Earth
are under His rule,
unto me He appeared
without intimidation
or covering me in shame,
for those were the rags
worn by my own wounded heart.

But His mercy and love
became a light to shine
through my torn garments,
they revealed the gems inside
though unpolished and unknown to me
for I was so bruised and broken
my eyes had no vision for inner truth.

Now, in small stumbling steps
do I yield to His grace by faith,
not as other than sinner in need
of His salvation and help.

So within His Holy Spirit’s breath
revives and reveals those pearls,
all so I could in my own joy
give all I am into His hands as offering.
The faith, the tarnished thoughts,
the praise and sacrifice of lips,
where my succor of gratitude
is whatever He shows me
out of the closet in my heart,
becoming the drum of my talents,
which beats by His will.

Each day He shows me a new beat
from some facet I didn’t know.
It is enough to tarry at that altar,
letting Him grant me a flame
to each candle of gifting He created within,
only for the pure and simple purpose
of helping me feel His power of anointing
where I cherish it being used for His glory.