Sometimes I just want to be used,
to know that You are with me,
Feeling your hands,
Reaching the lands,
but when it doesn't happen,
I feel empty,
I want to be,
a servant whose life is free.

All You desire is all of my life,
I'm not un-expendable,
though I may know much,
whether I speak such,
all that I possess is a gift,
I'm only a tool,
to man I'm a fool,
Jesus is how I'm capable.

How beautiful the church body of Christ,
that we can all live in unity,
mutually we love,
poured out from above,
Laying down our lives for each other,
supplied by Jesus' grace,
our lives his dwelling place,
awaiting our home in His city.

In a world of faltering beliefs and loyalties, your poetry is always inspiring. Thank you for your continuing faith.

~Best~
Megan

Thanks! God is just good, the faith we have is a gift from Him. Poetry helps me
to put my struggles into solutions sometimes. God kind of reminds me who He is
in them. Keep writing always! Godbless you,

in Christ,
Jay