Poem: Outward Concern

Standard

I know that I should
Strive to be good
And not just obsess
Over my own distress

It only seems fair
That I ought to care
For those who are near
That struggle with fear

Yet this plan has a flaw:
It is all based on Law
And trust in my will
Just makes my soul ill

A far better start
Is true change of heart
Learn to make space
For rule by His grace

Lord help me to die
To protecting “I”
Teach me to run wild
As Your beloved child

Then I will be free
True others to see
And join the convoy
Of sharing Your joy

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