“First”
I stepped first,
ahead of You,
and fell in broken mess.
Had I paused
and prayed instead
You’d have led my steps.
In selfish desire
I ran alone,
making plans to win.
In line first,
I never wait
for You to say begin.
And when I seek
and hear Your will,
My mind shouts, “you know more.”
Then wonder why
I fall behind those
who chose Your door.
Father God, help me see,
that first is really last.
And what I think
may never be
within Your perfect plan.
Slow and steady I will move,
guided by Your way.
And first will be
Your will for me,
as I stop and pray.
I love this poem. Thank you for sharing your heart with us.
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Thank you Jolene!! So kind
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