A little glimpse of heaven,
A sudden burst of light,
It lasted but an instant,
But with it came insight.
A greater understanding,
Of what He wished to say,
To me this glorious morning,
At the dawning of the day.
A spark of holy wisdom,
Shot silver through the gray,
My bent toward desire for,
Self-glory stripped away.
Censured by the Spirit,
I was dismayed to see,
How often I have courted praise,
In blatant vanity.
A sudden burst of light,
It lasted but an instant,
But with it came insight.
A greater understanding,
Of what He wished to say,
To me this glorious morning,
At the dawning of the day.
A spark of holy wisdom,
Shot silver through the gray,
My bent toward desire for,
Self-glory stripped away.
Censured by the Spirit,
I was dismayed to see,
How often I have courted praise,
In blatant vanity.
I the wick while He the Fire,
He provides the oil,
His the seed I’m called to scatter,
He prepares the soil.
Nothing mine, all He has given,
His the light I shine,
As I labor in His vineyard,
Forming hearts in His design.
MYRA D’SOUZA / 26TH APRIL 2012
Re your poem- Good one.
ReplyDeleteMira
New Zealand
Great poem! We need these gentle reminders now and then that what we have and are is only because of HIM!
ReplyDeletePamy