Lord, help me to show Your love
When they don’t want to hear
Manifest Your power from above
As they quickly close their ears
You see, they have heard the truth
Yet tune out Your voice
Dedicated weekly to their seat in the pew
By-passing heaven in freedom of choice
What will it take, I ask
For them to accept Your truth
Why do they so cling to their past
When they can start life anew?
They appear to be so satisfied
A temporary beauty skin-deep
Pleasures in which they trust, abide
Future consequences only to reap
Yet, You show me I cannot condemn
As I have been there myself
Conviction from the One who is & has been
Will be their only help
I cannot control the blank stares
As they question why I’ve changed
I try to erase the sarcasm, the glares
When they tempt me to my old ways
You remind me of battle not of flesh & blood
As I desire to speak my mind
I realize that I could really “mess it up”
In absence of Your words; Your time
In this, I reflect upon what took me so long
To see that You are alive
I ponder why I lived so wrong
When You thought of me as You died
I have found my Only Way; my Truth; my Life
To satisfy a heart’s desperate void
Yet only when I desired to set the world aside
Could I hear You through the noise
Please help me to remember Lord, I pray
The life that I have left behind
Cover my actions; expressions; words that I say
So that traces of You may be left behind
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