Make me

 This poem remains unfinished but it evokes so much meaning in my life such that I wish to share it without waiting for the glorious end.... In due time....I will finish it, no doubt.

Make me humble
So I can hear the voices that mumble
And cry out as they tumble
In the deep that holds them like a mole
And eagerly hold them out of their well
Of pain, despair and heart ache



Make me disciplined
Let my vision be acute and heightened
That I see things that are Spirit-discerned
Because I find myself questioned
On all sides about my resolve to be disciplined

Make me a beauty
Create and restructure my DNA
To one that hold eyes captive to it's beauty
And see my light shine before them
Catapulting them to your Kingdom
Just for your glory........

Make me a Victor
So that like David, I will declare myself a conqueror
Pressed down on all sides
Yet holding on to the truth of victory
Pull me close
To arms that are my refuge

Make my life purpose-filled
So that I won't run like a vagrant
To a place that leads me nowhere
Let my path be lit by your Light
Make my life
A life, filled with the purpose
Of serving you only, Lamb of God


You see, Lord
The opposition seems great
So....
Make me as tough as steel
That I will hold fast till
You lift your hands to my rescue
Like your disciples, let me
Oh let me, be steeled
That persecution has no effect on me
Except that it makes me more determined
To search deep inside of me
The reason, I live
It remains...
Just to honour you,
I remain the Potter's perfect piece