When I have doubts about my
destiny
And often wonder why I’m me
And could I share with those
like me,
I wonder how to be.
Could I be brave and share
with power
Or choose to be a craven
coward?
Afraid to speak about God’s
word,
Perhaps to those who have not
heard.
Or hide behind some weak
endeavor,
Instead of sharing with zest
and fervor
The wonder of that wooden
cross
And how it changed my life so
lost.
It gives me hope and joy and
peace
And makes me want at the very
least
To share the wonders of all
He has
With hearts so broken and
lives so sad.
And leave with them what I
have found,
A spot on heavens holy ground;
And help them see and run the
race
Like me, a sinner saved by
grace.
©Zelda Seymour-Kimm,
2011