Wayward

Poetry

Giving You my burdens may at first feel bitter sweet

Yes, My soul finds rest but restless still are my feet

My mind still churning, always yearning

Still I come to You and pause

Finding Your calmness, strength and sweet relief

As You speak to my heart and restrain my wayward feet.

Unfaithful

Poetry

What part of You should I write of today?

The way You raise Your hand to stop me when I’m going the wrong way?

Or the blessings You shower down to remind me You love me and are here to stay.

How about the confidence You bestow when everything else is on shaky ground

Or the Hope you instill when no tangible reason to hope can be found

Yes those are all great. But I think there is  still another favorite I should proclaim.

When I told You I may never be faithful, You gently grabbed my hand and said “I know” and kept loving me anyway. 

2 Timothy 2:13

If we are faithless, He remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.