When My Soul Began To Fly**

Lord, I need to know what all this writing is for.
How many more words are there in store,
to take in what You would have me know,
and in the process help my soul to grow.

All the time that has passed decades and more,
when You first helped me open so many locked doors.
When I felt You so close that my soul began to fly,
and its state thereof made me cry.

For I remained as lost as most of this world,
the truth of my salvation unfurled.
For nothing I may want to do
brings me even a step closer to You.

For only You could pay my eternal cost,
and without Your mercy and grace I am lost.
Help me to do what in Your sight is good,
remembering the "Holy Ground" on which You stood.

2 John 1:3 Grace, mercy, and peace will be with
us from God the Father and from Jesus the Messiah,
the Father's Son, in truth and love.

Susan Hebert Ajaz
copyright 2009
poetrypublisher.com/sajaz