Poetry

Everything that I posses does not belong to me

but is a sign of Your love and great mercy

and even all my great and good deeds

do not make me free of Your crucifixion or of blame

and even though I do possess fame and respect,

that which I can become

is only the blessing that You do pour down upon me

and all of my existence,

even the most brilliant thoughts in my mind,

that which do carry meaning for me

You my Lord, do provide before I can ask for it

and does only come as a gift from Your hand.

Your great care is wherever I am
and You do regard everyone that I meet as Your own child.