Poetry

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I am me, all I see. There is nothing else.
I decide to leave my ego on a dusty shelf.
There are no nails left for me. Jesus took my death.
All that’s left is His mercy, my beloved Rest.

I leave my fall with my rise. I leave with selfless abandon.
All I see are His eyes, and I will stand before them.
One of many, this I am, who’s become His choice.
Now His Spirit’s in my heart, with His gentle voice.

So He calls with much joy. I can hear the love.
I choose to fall for His ploy, being borne above.
All the work is simply His, I am just the clay.
He has given me His Script; I’m simply in His play.

To forget I must press toward the One with my name.
To forget remember Him, He forgot my blame.
I am nothing. I am no one. Yet I am all in Him.
He’s my Treasure, all my worth, replacing all my sin.

My aim is clear, my Target sure. My choice is simply one.
Heed the One that I hear, being God’s own Son.
His mark’s on me, the Seal above all seals.
My pursuit sets me free, running for His heels.

© 12-29-08

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