April 30, 2001


Everything I Do


every thing I do

every chance I take

every word I speak








lying there spent and unused

not a thing I have done

these fourteen months past

has been of value

all attempts at holy work

dead ended before a chance

of properly beginning

scorned and despised upon

this same ground

upon which I fall to weep


Oh God!

What do I do

that this curse remains?


Everything I Do
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

Copyright 2020

Each New Day A Miracle
Download all poems on this website
How to Study the Bible | Photography | Bible Studies