The Beloved Miracle

I don’t thank you; as I should,
All my prayers up to this point seem so hollow; as if wood,
I want to feel your love constantly cascading,
I’m in the right pool, but I’m still just wading,
Your love is water to my parched heart,
Your love I know will never depart,
You cover me with mercy,
Even when my thoughts aren’t on you with the right fervency,
So I will praise your name on high,
“Till the day I die,
For you give me a willing spirit,
On my soul your mark has been writ,
I’ve grown in the last year,
I’m letting go of all my fear,
Tomorrow I pray that you give me strength,
That I may strive through the whole school’s length,
Without you love and kindness I would be running,
But instead I can feel my healing coming,
Under your banner of white,
Gaining disciples and might,
The enemy will surely be trampled,
All his malicious plans dismantled,
And I will praise you in my prayers,
Send me more souls to be taken into my cares,
I don’t care about the world,
Send me to those who are hiding and curled,
Let me be your bundle of joy,
I am your little glad-iator to deploy,
So I’m still smiling,
While Satan’s minions are still defiling,
And I pray for all the wayward and lost,
I smile as I see all the bridges I have yet to cross,
One brick at a time,
Turning water into wine,
They will see your miracle,
Your loving poetry is vibrant and lyrical,
All the dead and dying in me you have rubbed,
And I am forever your humble Beloved....