04/10/2024
It's been a minute- going to start sharing some work. Will try to share more as I get over myself a bit and trust that God can use anything.
Not Yet
I’m not yet the man I want to be
Not what some around me see
Er accolades with reverie
You know my faults with clarity
Though I strive to show my best
You know too well all the rest
My thoughts, my sin, these crimson hands
My works? where my conviction stands
My gaze was once upon a time
A story writ that was all mine
Where I was king and truth was lost
All earthly gain at priceless cost
This bankrupt throne, a pauper’s stool
The brilliant banter of a fool
Then casting all to wounded feet
Cleanse me Lord, your work complete
My goals, my plans submit to thee
Are nailed daily to a tree
The blindness gone, I can see
Not yet the man you’ve made in me