Child, Let Me

Lord, I'd be lost if I didn't have you
So many times I'm unsure what to do
Worry and fear turn to anxiety
The You breathe through my tears, 'Child, let Me'

Lord, far too often I try very hard
To do as I ought to until I'm so tired
The fruit of my failure is easy to see
Then I hear You whisper 'Child, let Me'

Tempted and tried, oh, my God I confess
The road is so wide to this world's success
I reach for you're Hand, the way I cannot see
You understand as you repeat, 'Child, let Me'

Lord, far too often I try on my own
Stumbling and fumbling, I weep and I groan
Help me to trust You enough to 'just be'
As your mercy and love murmur 'Child, let Me'

This poem was a finalist in the October 2011 poetry contest