Father I’m not good enough, help me.
Father I’m not strong enough, help me.
Father my thoughts they stray, and I forget to pray, though I know You’re the only One who can help me.
Father I’m not rich enough, toward You.
The treasures I lay up down here, I don’t know why I do.
In this place but not of this place, I’m longing more to see Your face, to drown in Your endless grace, help me.
Father my thoughts they stray, help me.
Sometimes I don’t know what to say, help me.
Father I must confess, most times I’m just a mess, but You’re love is all flawless, help me.
Father rust has touched my bones, help me.
Death may leave me all alone, help me.
This body made of dust, seems not near enough, Abba Father, Father, help me.
Fractured though the words may be, help me.
My soul feels every bit of gravity, help me.
And if I get to choose, one thought not to lose, let it be, that You alone, can help me.
Spirit please these words redress, my petition to His Holiness, in Christ’s name, all things bless, help me.
Copyright 2010 David D. Vande Velde
