You, my Lord

I am hungry, you feed me with fish and flesh.

I am thirsty, you give me drinks and living water.

I am naked, you clothe me with garments and white robe.

I am blind, you open my eyes to see.

I can’t speak, you give me words.

I am lame, you give me wings to fly like an eagle.

I am proud, you humble me.

I am lonely, you give me your Spirit.

I am weak, you make me strong.

I wander away, you bring me back.

I lost my way, you guide me with your staff.

I cry out for help, you answer me.

I sink into deep mire, you deliver me.

I am ashamed of my sins, you redeem me with your Son.

My eyes wet with tears, you wipe them and say “never” in the future.

My companions taunt me, you cast them into pit of destruction and prepare a table before me.

I become bywords to my brothers, you come and be my Father and give me countless brothers and sisters.

When I have nothing, you give me everything.

When I am nothing, you make me everything in your eyes.

When I am everything, you make me nothing and still everything.

When I have everything, you make others to have everything too.

What have I done to deserve that?

What have I done in response to that?

What have I told others about that?

What do others know about that?

I will praise you and thank you and serve you, together with the heavens and earth and the seas and everything move in them.

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This poem was first published on twitter account @jasmineteahouse on Aug 29, 2019.