Muriel's Christian Poetry

Written August 1991.

An Honest Inventory

Lord, as I look within my heart,
I like not what I see;
Too much space taken up with self,
Too little room for thee.

Lord, as I probe the depths of my mind,
I like not what I see;
Too much useless garbage,
Too little purity.

Lord, as I consider my lips,
I like not what I see;
Too much idle chatter,
Too little praise of thee.

Lord, when I think about my eyes,
I know I clearly see,
The glaring faults in others,
And blind to those in me.

I spread my hands before me,
And like not what I see;
Too many selfish actions,
Not much Christian charity.

Often Lord, my hearing
Is not pleasing unto thee;
Alert and quick when Satan tempts,
Hard of hearing when you call me.

When I survey my dusty shoes,
I like not what I see;
Too many steps in the wrong direction
Turning my back on thee.

As I confess, I claim your promise
To forgive my every sin,
Cleanse me from all unrighteousness,
Make me pure, without and within.