by Jen Hunt
I spared a covetous thought, for once
Was thankful for my job
Sat quiet, cursed by wounded souls
Did not respond in kind
I trusted you were still in charge
When noble plans were dashed
Let another win this time
Didn’t shove in line;
Refused to let conditions trump
What your word states as true.
But, none of this was done alone,
It all began with you.
This poem celebrates the heights reached
As I continue to climb
Delighting in Christ’s reign
O’er parts feared here till end of time.
His Spirit’s power has shone within,
Revealed by fire and clay
Achieving for me a victory
Death cannot take away.
