His Touch
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I feel with awe my Lord's great touch
As locks on doors are freed with ease
With gentle turn of my eager wrist
My eyes behold what waits for me
Impatient was my state in youth
To know and taste all earthen joys
My life was grand with life's success
As fancy as a child's new toys
But bored was I of endless games
A search became my only aim
To know the reasons why I exist
To voice my just and rightful claim
Exhaustion wore my spirit down
As doors I knocked on did resist
My hands were bruised by many bangs
But yet I forged on to persist
And then one day I woke to find
A weaken vessel I became
Through molding of the Potter's hand
He turn my life to glory's fame
With strength anew He leads me on
My faltered steps He has made strong
My voice made loud in sweet proclaim
The Lord God reigns! now is my song
So great in life my purpose shown
In weakness is HIS strength made strong
A channel of Christ's mercy flows
Neath God's blessed wing I do belong
copyright©2006Irene
Note:
It was with great sadness that I awoke from
an eight week coma to find that I was paralized
on my right side. I was very active before my
stroke. But now I see that God has
touched me and made me stronger.
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