My Lead (poem)
by Karl Sider

My Lead

Why would You call a vessel like me
Corrupted with filth at my core
Assuming You know the man that I am
Aren't I the kind You abhor?

My heart is aimed high but my head is bowed low
Patterns of living don't lie
My pattern shows me as a stumbling fool
I know I deserve just to die

I'm puzzled by all this I really don't know
How one as wretched as I
Can find myself hearing Your still quiet voice
And sensing Your grace from on high

For years I've embarrassed You Oh Lord I know
Slow stubborn reluctant to learn
Why you hang on to your plan on my life
Right now I just can't quite discern

Still You insist on loving me so
Aren't I a shame to Your name?
I'm willing to take Your cross on as my own
And trust that Your love will remain

I want to shake loose all my old ways of life
Replace it with disciplined ways
Consider me listed with Your fighting sons
I'll serve You with all of my days

Lord help me provide for the needs of my home
A steady flow from You I need
I'm willing to listen and do what You say
I need You to work as my lead