In Thine Alone

I wrote this the other day while contemplating my own weakness and the total wisdom and strength of Jesus, realizing that it can't depend on me or I would be my own undoing. But I don't seem to trust very well, and I'm an expert at worrying and fearing. I can do no other than throw myself on his mercy, that he might do what is needed despite my fears. No, I'm sorry, I failed at rhyming, but no rhyme is better than bad rhyme.

See how I place my hand in thine alone!

Grace cannot be dependent on my strength,

For thou and thou alone dost know the truth

That I must learn to trust despite my fears.

But if on my own strength I would depend,

Or wait until I knew the truth to beg

For thine eternal guidance and thy grace,

Long would I wait in darkness and in dread.

For how my soul, so longing to be free

Is gifted in imprisoning itself;

Despite its struggles upwards it will find

That time and time again it strives in vain.

For in my strength alone I cannot trust,

And on thy mercy must I throw myself--

That, O! thy Grace might heal my darkened state,

And loose my spirt from its shackled strife.

For thou art light, and I in darkness trod,

Until thou cam'st into the dark of darks

Illumining with truth the deepest parts

That I might trust in you, my only hope.

O Lord of comfort that illumines souls,

O hand of saving strength that reaches forth

Despite the victim's blind infirmities,

See how I place my hand in thine alone.