I wish my muse would let me rest,
unless I'm filled with vim and zest.
And yet He owns me heart and soul,
because He cleansed me, made me whole.

My heart within me burns like fire,
with grace my passion, my desire.
Lord, I ask these days on Earth,
anoint with grace, its length, its girth.

I will not rest from toil and tears,
I pray You quell man's rage and fears.
I know these conflicts must be fought
for just this purpose I was bought.

I've captured grace with all its care,
as loving's garment I must wear.
I thank you Father for my birth.
'because in Christ I now have worth.

R.Owen 7/11/2024