Despite my assumed desire to follow,
I find myself worried 'bout tomorrow.
And though I often bow to seek you,
Constantly my thoughts do leave you.
Teach me, Lord, just how to foces,
Make my spirit daily broke, thus.
I may sing and read my Bible,
But, Lord, come. I need revival.
Teach the masses, reach your people,
Reach the world outside the steeple.
Many millions need to meet you,
Too often we're content to greet you.
-Lo Ruhamah
Wow...this is a great poem. I've read a few of your poems and now and you have such a diverse topic range....I'm really impressed!