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In the Dark 16 X20 Watercolor |
So Little of Jesus
So little of Jesus my heart cries, so little
of life's best myself denied.
How can I receive all that is for me?
Look to Jesus, and let go of all the rest.
If I let go, I'll have nothing.
Jesus is your reason.
Jesus is your purpose.
My mind rejects this thought.
I look out there and see what the world has to give.
The world has nothing to give except it has already been given to me.
If I let go, will I have nothing?
Oh, why do I lose sight of the origin of life so easily?
The world shouts and screams, loud and brash.
I move toward the noise.
Curious to see, maybe there's something for me.
"Me" is important.
I talk about myself
I am so interested
That's why I lose sight of the origin of life so easily.
I am wrapped up in "Me."
Can I let go of myself?
Yes! Let go and let God take hold,
His hands are much more sue, after all He made me.
Would He drop me without care?
No! I am original, none like me.
When I let go, I'll have everything,
Jesus, Savior, Lord, King!
The Journey~~~~~Walk the Talk! This poetry is an argrument between my flesh and spirit. My spirit is telling me to let go of Me. My flesh is sounding back, "If I let go, I'll have nothing.
All the time the Spirit of the living God has ME in his mind and all that He has done for me. I must let go of Me, in order to gain ME! "You must lose your life in order to gain it." Jesus says