I pray I might not seek the world’s applause
Nor hanker after praise of mortal men,
But humbly live these last few years, and then
Be satisfied with living for God’s cause.
And thus I ask that I might not be seen,
But rather Christ who, by His grace divine,
Ensures the life I live is His, not mine,
That Christ be known where ever I have been.
I may not stand and lecture to a throng,
Nor preach in a cathedral’s vaulted space,
But sharing one on one and face to face
I might be seen as fearless and strong;
Though not for me, a man in fleshly frame,
But one who has upheld the Saviour’s name.
Behold, the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither His ear heavy,
that it cannot hear: But your iniquities have separated between you and your God,
and your sins have hid His face from you, that He will not hear.
This poem was a finalist in the February 2018 poetry contest