Friday, 8 January 2010


I have seen a man in weakness, like an old and windswept tree
Lacking all the polished leaves that once were there,
And he seemed to have no purpose, and no other cause to be
But to be, before his God, a worshipper.

You could offer him a fortune, you could offer him a throne
Or the best the world or nature could confer
And to him they would be nothing ‑less than all that is his own
And that makes him what he is ‑a worshipper.

As his family support him, like lianas that would bear
One from whom their earlier strength and stature were,
They behold him as an object of their tenderness and care
And their love ‑ but God beholds a worshipper.

If they stripped me to essentials, if they peeled me to the core,
Pruning things of flesh to which I can defer,
The rhetoric, and man's fancies, and my self, and pride, and more
Do you think that God would find a worshipper?

(Craig - That was PG.)


  1. we have a man in our midst, david who is not eloquent in his prayers, not long in his prayers and yet when he sits down after thanking the lord for saving him there are so many amens said and so much worship going to the lord from touched hearts.. all because of just a simple prayer from this man who is a true "worshiper"!
    from terry


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