August 11, 2001

these fragile bones

weak, often straying off the path

so desperately long to praise You

that to fail to do so

is death

yet often die

still Your blessings pour

down upon me

in abundant measure

so much that I am unaware

of most of what You give

that You can love such as me

is astounding

for I know the kind of man I am

and know that You know better

and still You love me

without regret

to the point of dying in my place

my life upon Your mind

in Your dying hour

You love me and because You do

Your own resurrection can be mine

a joyful welcome into eternity

through blood freely spilled

in place of mine

oh my God

may I take Your salvation

as I take my breath

trusting in its power

to save my life