The man is me, the man I see.
Who am I? Who do I see?
All in all I beg and plea, that I can be the man, me.
God Himself begs and pleads that I myself in Him I see.
A man who sees Him within me
A man who struggles, a man with glee.
I'm not sure why He's picking me.
A man who's knees are roughed and bleeds.
A man who has let Him see,
the Man who's love within I seek.
And what the heck does this all mean?
You my Lord can only teach.
A life I've promised, a life I've drowned.
A life that has always let you down.
And then in me, I see You frown.
I'm sorry Lord God for being a clown.
Please forgive me, I do not try, to compare Our love with foolish pride.
I know my heart, my song's with You.
You hold me dear, a lighted fuse.
Who's only wish is that I would be, the man You want, the man I can be.
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There are times I see myself wanting to be more than I have been and find myself conversing with God thru prayer. My poems feel like personal prayers that have been given for me to share.