Sharon Rodawold
A Night Under Stars With My God
For the first time I look around me and see objects:
Materials.
Wants.
Desires.
I realize that these will all fade,
but your love protects and cares for me.
I lacked the strength but never sought your face;
I needed pardon but never acknowledged your grace.
The night held its breath:
Waiting for me,
Luring me,
Drawing me
Ever closer to you.
I looked up at the stars and heavens:
Your vastness,
Your greatness;
Your glory,
Lord.
I know I am not worthy.
I'm weak and cannot do it on my own;
I ask you to strengthen this weary flesh and bone.
I realize the urgency--the gift of each day;
Lord I commit to you my every way