The Eagle
A Vessel Fit



I'm often reduced to ramble
to struggle through the bramble
attempting to find in minds' tangle
to retrieve from worthless bangle
direction and a new angle

With which to explain what I feel
like a child sometimes squeal
how can I possibly refrain
from the joy and sweet strain
as my focus on Him I train

To fire in my bones I can relate
as I stumble for words to state
the pure and joyous delight
of sins washed from blight
though as scarlet now made white

The joy of the Holy Ghost
lifting higher than uttermost
new language needed first and foremost
which comes through audible tongues
as His Breath of Life fills my lungs

OH! His rapturous beauty I feel
when before Him I humbly kneel
it uprights my unsteady keel
as precious moments with Him I steal
it's manna from heaven - sustaining meal

Would to God I could aptly describe it
but I can't even understand it
but washed clean with mercy every whit
as each sin I confess and happily quit
as I become for His use, A Vessel Fit


George Cavaness
7-1-2018

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