Listening to every heart
[To my Poetry-lovin' friends: I thought I had posted this, but I could not find it in a search. As I have had a chance to re-eat my humble pie, I thought I would share this [again] with you. Of course, any critique is welcome.]
Lord, it is me, do hear my pleas
I did something so very wrong
But you caught me up before long
And brought me to my knees.
Dear Lord, humble is better, but
I had a great week.
Thank goodness for you
I turned the other cheek.
I thought of telling someone of the great
Things I accomplished today
But then I thought of what you create
And suddenly found I had nothing to say.
And when I do stray, and find a way
To exclaim “look at me”
Suddenly I find as I look around
It’s Humble Pie that I see.
You remind me in another’s glance
That my good works are not by chance
And I should know you watch from above
And give by your Grace, and from your Love
All that I do and give is a gift from you
And I know they are not my thoughts and deeds alone
So thank you Lord, for the Humble Pie
And know that for my works I will atone.
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow