I Do

He speaks to me;

His still, small voice

says, “Come to Me”.

There is no choice.

I MUST

I try to do,

I strive to be.

It’s not enough;

I am not free.

I CANNOT

I long to feel

His embrace,

to hear His voice,

to see His face.

I DESIRE

I am alone,

broken and bare.

I cry to Him,

He strokes my hair.

I CAST

All that I am

is Christ in me;

the Hope of Glory

set me free!

I DO

~ae  12/29/1998