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And Yet I Can

by Matthew Taylor

I'm feeling useless, not quite hopeless..
getting worse it seems, there are..
no dreams to dream,
without ability to even attempt..
the dreams fade away, before
they are dreampt.
desire still burns, the mind yearns
but alas, no progress in a stationary body.
and yet , I can,
be used for glory, some small part,
in a very large story,
embarrassed a bit,
and somewhat upset
yes , even a little mad,
where did it go?
all that I had?
strength, stamina, energy, zeal,
I start to think it was never all real.
I can't climb without a rail,
my legs sometimes fail,
I can't run , or jump, or throw a ball,
I can't climb over a hill or a wall,
and yet I can,
rejoice, lift my spirit and voice,
I can be used, connected to another body
the body of Christ.
I can't do what I want to do,
what I used to do,
what I'm supposed to do, in my mind anyway.
And yet...I can
I will, Thy will be done,
I can do all things
that He allows
I'm helpless, limited and I cry
then realize, my God has no limits,
endless mercy and grace,
and He can, when I cannot
put a smile on my face.

04/13/2006

Posted on 04/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Taylor

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christel Crews on 04/16/06 at 02:10 AM

what an encouraging piece to read... "and He can, when I cannot put a smile on my face" - i need to remember this, maybe write it and put it on my wall, in my car, on my hand, etc... thank you for being a vessel of His truth

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