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)