With Head Down

I am humbled by the power of God.
I am stifled when I look at what He’s done.
Those words come out but I can barely believe them.
I raise me eyes and it blinds me.
I lower my head and it is still not low enough.
There is no more humbling experience than the presence of The Lord.

What he has given me I cannot measure.
What he has taken I will not gripe about, I didn’t need it anyway.

I am not the example of a man, Jesus is.
I am not the good example, the martyrs of the bible are.
The word of God says I am expected to be that way.
I will live and walk and stumble, and get dusted off again.


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