To try and try and yet come up short,
to hang my head while giving report,
not able to make anything right,
turns brightest day to darkest night.
Amidst thoughts of strength to find myself weak
brings a gut-wrenching pain of which my heart cannot speak.
Failure has never been part of my plan.
I curse times I don’t, when I know that I can.
My standard, my goal, my hope is perfection,
yet I am met with regret, rebuke and rejection.
Failure is a companion I have grown to despise,
its taunts and its laughs are not found in your eyes.
In you I can see love, understanding and more.
You think me a winner regardless life’s score.
When I’ve nearly given up, drowning in failure,
you life my life, my sight, my plight to the Savior.
A loving like yours in this life is most glorious,
although I’m imperfect with you and Christ I’m victorious.
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I was pleasantly surprised when friends told me they had encountered some of my poetry still floating around the web. I was doubly surprised to discover it was very good poetry by another with whom I share a name. and apparently more. I will say that the quality is such that I am flattered my friends were sure it was mine.
angel
Youre right , with Christ we can never say we have truly failed =)
Elizzabeth
Beautiful...
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