Poems

I do what I do

Why do I do what I do

I believe what I believe is true

The old message is always new

Out of the Spirit it grew

 

I am near and far

I stand where I should be

My destination seems distant like a star

But I am free and I can see

 

To grasp and understand

takes intervention of the Holy

the touch of the majestic hand

don’t mistake yourself as goalie

 

Life is not mine to waste

don’t eat the world and fail to taste

the thing that stares you in the face

I do what I do because of grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

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