i'm not trying to make this/us difficult; <br />this is my own stupidity, <br />my own boy-ishness that keeps <br />all that i long for from bounding out. <br /> <br />what DO i long for? <br />well, that's the question! <br />but i've realized i cannot answer it. <br />i've realized that romanticism, these sunrises, can't work it. <br />i've realized even she cannot answer it. <br /> <br />i long to to be a man, yet i cannot see past <br />this cell I've been molded to. <br />i long to be His-His I say! - <br />i am afraid of growing old <br />without following my Savior. <br />yet i am so afraid of following. <br /> <br />to follow=to leave where i am; <br />to leave where i am=change; <br />change=what if? who am i? who is she? will she come too? <br /> <br />I long for You to make me a man... <br />To make me strong and steadfast. <br />Though, not by wordly measures, <br />not by success or by might or by wealth. <br />for i am through with shadowlands. <br /> <br />Jesus, I'm Yours. <br />I am on my face; <br />The night is long, <br />But there is joy in suffering! <br />There is joy in Your name! <br /> <br />Let us always be Yours, Lord!<br /><br />Antoine Lavoisier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-follow/
