The worser I get, the better I know
Jesus is with me wherever I go!
Guiding my footsteps so I will not fall!
I whisper, “Help me!” He hears my call.
I used to pray long prayers for self!
Glorified, sanctified, high on the shelf,
Of self-esteem. What a mess?
God sees the heart, pride, I confess!
The stammering prayer of the humble heart
He hears! Understands and will not depart,
Until blessing bestows, satisfies complete
In Jesus abiding there is just no defeat!
Walk a bit slower now on that paved way!
Go to those fine doors greeting to say!
Stagger a bit most think I am just old,
Getting there fast relief from the cold!
As I stagger along very little leg left
Will not use a cane though of balance bereft.
So I sway, hang on to whatever is there,
Church pew, a table, most often a chair.
Worm becomes butterfly, frog a tadpole once,
God made Preacher, poet, out of this dunce,
But He gave me the very best gift of all!
Died for my sins, lifts me when I fall!
Had money once, but what can I say,
Since Jesus blessed I just give it away!
No, I am not perfect! I do want to be!
He knows my heart that is enough for me!
Old age confirms what I always knew!
What Jesus promises He will do!
Heaven is waiting, He will take me there!
His presence perfects beyond compare!
Sam Cox 01.05.09