Pitiful and dejected
Broken and rejected
Sad, twisted, unapproachable
Lost, wounded thoroughly reproachable
Spent, wasted, goals univested
Tossed and turned by life, unrested
Basket case without seen hope
Hanging on by a tattered thin rope
In this pitiful human condition
I find God's symphony a beautiful rendition
Bittersweet and aching heart open to God's plan
On my knees, my heart to Him I remand
He sees a perfect child, a sweet testimony
I see myself unworthy, unholy, a phony
Images of myself meet His perfect will
Slowly all of my emptiness he gently does fill
Basket case
With perfect seen hope in above
Hanging on
By the glorious promise of His love
Image taken from: http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/030504/mc-low-self-esteem.gif
I was laughing at your 'self-doubt' cartoon and then was blind-sided into tears by your poem. May I use it in ministry at the Women's Prison next weekend? Better yet, may I have permission to print copies for the ladies there? (Would be about 45 copies.)
ReplyDeleteDeAnn Hilmoe (deannh@pie.midco.net)