by Susan Talbot
Beloved Redeemer I’m asking You to
reshape me and mold me to be more like You.
My heart needs repairing, it’s ripped and it’s pained.
My mind needs renewing; this world is insane.
Too often I fail You, forgive me again.
My sin overtakes me around every bend.
Your kindness and gentleness draw me back in.
I’m loved by Christ Jesus - He died for my sin.
My Father’s provision supplies every need
to overcome sinning like lust and like greed.
I fall down on my knees in this physical state.
Until life is over I’ll patiently wait,
for heaven to graciously welcome me in.
That day I’ll rejoice, no more struggles with sin.
His grace is magnificent, eraser of hate,
in mansions above we will all celebrate.
This weekend we lost one of our Mission Royale friends to a car accident. I dedicate this poem to Dave's memory, to his widow who remains in critical condition, and to the other couple with them
who are also recovering from injuries and the pain of loss. We are so saddened by this news.