My poem from God in 2007

Re-posted as Meredith Malcolm Oct 2013
Where would I be if every last move,

Was by MY will not thine…?

How stubborn I must be to think,

ALONE we could walk this line!

Such worry and stress,

And it all seems so unfair

That the devil could swoop,

And create such despair.

Why can’t I remember,

All the times of his guidance and love,

and all the times that He’s shown me,

he’s known all along.

Selfish is my nature,

That no one could deny.

So why what seems the best for me,

So often makes me cry?

Deep set ideals,

My ways seem always right

Eyes closed, all the time,

To the strength within His might.