Lent.
I can either run away, and drown out God's voice with my own,
or I can listen,
and let Him tell me
where I have gone
off the path.
I can either insist that
I am right,
or I can learn
from God's
still, small voice.
I can either distract myself
with dreams
of my own
superiority,
or
I can stop
in my tracks,
cover my face,
and say,
"Lord, I am not worthy,
that You
should come under my roof.
Speak but the word,
and my soul
shall
be healed.
Lent.
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