Untitled Christian Poem



By Athalia









I seek you in the morning

And I try to here you speak

I'm looking for some signs of growth

From the seeds I watched you reap.

When in the evening I confess

My shame and childish fears

I still can't find a better hand

To wipe away my tears.

I'm still looking for you

Though I can feel you in this place

And I'm still searching for truth

Though it's right in front of my face.

I know I could never find

A better state of heart and mind

Than the one I'm always in

When you wash away my sin.

I seek you in the morning

And I try to here you speak

I'm looking for some signs of growth

From the seeds I watched you reap.