Not Mature Enough
by Barbara Philbrook

I was born and lived my life in sin,
then found out Jesus died that I might enter in.

Way back when creation began,
God set my inheritance and the salvation plan.

He made sure I learned the truth,
even though I'd strayed since early youth.

My eyes were opened the truth made clear,
God let me know He held me Dear.

I accepted salvation and received the Spirit,
my ears were opened to recognize truth as I hear it.

But my inheritance is held back you see,
because though full grown, I'm stuck in infancy.

Father God, I am not maturing. I'm not fulfilling my destiny,
Please Father God, have mercy on me.

Forgive me for being content to be less than you intended,
may any errors I've made be mended.

Please give me the power to see the error of my ways,
help me to repent through the rest of my days.

Please plant my feet on the road that you intend,
and help me, each mistake I've made, to mend.

Father I surrender from the very depth of my heart,
from this day forward may I do my part.

May I see an opportunity to do something good each day,
may I portray hope in each word I say.

May each soul that comes face to face with me,
see your love offered to them for free.

I offer this plea from deep within my heart,
please  help me to mature, please help me do my part.

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