Work in Progress



When I forget to turn to God

I feel a failure, broken, flawed

But He contends I am a bud;

Unfinished, saved with Jesus’ blood, still young and raw.


When I write words without Christ’s love

Which came from me and were not of

The Spirit’s prompting, I repent;

His message I did circumvent, choked light above.


When I refuse to hear a view

I turn away a human who

The Father loves and gives new thought;

(and really, don’t I think I ought to give value?).


When I assume I’m right, you’re wrong

It does not make the Body strong

We act like children arguing;

Use words that hurt and bite and sting, rupture prolonged


But when I let the Spirit lead

New thoughts and words to me He feeds

And from my lips He does erase

The heart and mind that lacks His grace, and I am freed.


At once the Spirit takes away

The “me” and “them” which causes stray

And “we” returns – His unity;

And in His Word I now agree; His love will stay.


But God’s not finished. He’s waiting around to be gracious to you.
    He’s gathering strength to show mercy to you.
God takes the time to do everything right—everything.
    Those who wait around for him are the lucky ones. (Isaiah 30:18)

For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. (Philippians 1:6)


  1. “Rupture prolonged”
    I know personally the difference between writing with Jesus and writing without. I used to be a “bitter blogger” …a term I wish I could take credit for. But Jesup wants me to be a healer of “ruptures.”
    I love this poem and would like to print it out. I keep a folder of such things to reread periodically and look forward to reading more.


    1. I’m honored, and glad it spoke to your heart.


  2. “His love will stay”.
    Thanks for the great poem! 🙂


    1. You’re welcome. Thank you for visiting.


  3. You always give me something new to think about, Susan. Thank you. The idea that I am a bud is truly valuable, especially since we, as we get older, start to see ourselves as vestigial, losing our value and use, ossifying. To think of ourselves as a slowly opening bud, is to extend the time we feel new and useful, hopeful and malleable, capable of improvement and growing closer to the divine. All that emerged in my mind as I read your heartfelt poem.


    1. Thank you, Beth.
      Truly, if you look at each of us in God’s time, we have been only sprouts so far. At my age, I am only beginning to bud because He is allowing me new insight into His wisdom, new steps to travel His path, new perception revealed in His Word. I am so grateful for His love and grace, and His desire to mature me until I see Him face to face.


  4. Oh I love love love this Susan. Your posts are always so full of wisdom! 🙂 ❤


    1. Thank you, Natalie. 🙂

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  5. I always enjoy and receive helpful knowledge from your heart Susan. This poem speaks so much truth with the annoiting of the Holy Spirit. It is a blessing to many.

    Peace to you


    1. And to you and Carolyn.

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