07/11/2022
I have come to understand my
limits,
my deity,
I am limited in my
humanity,
boundaries you’ve created
boundaries you’ve created
boundaries you’ve created
boundaries you’ve created.
I have limited wisdom.
I do not understand
many things.
There are times when you leave me
confused.
I am regularly unprepared,
often surprised,
mystery after mystery
mystery after mystery
mystery after mystery
mystery after mystery.
So much of what you know
is unknown to me.
The beginning of my wisdom
begins with fearing you.
There is so much beyond my
knowing,
and if I have any wisdom it comes from
you.
I have limits of time.
I will never have ten days in a
week.
I will never be given 50 days in a
month.
I will never experience 500 days in a
year.
My time is bound by
morning and evening.
I have a past to look back on,
I have a fleeting present,
I have a future that awaits,
I have no escape from the ticking
clock,
moment after moment
moment after moment
moment after moment
moment after moment,
time marches on.
You have no such time
limits.
As the Lord over time,
you dwell in the eternal
now,
no past,
no present,
no future.
Bound by the limits of time,
my sabbath is you.
I have limits of power.
I am regularly confronted by my
weakness,
frailty of both body and soul,
limits of ability
limits of ability
limits of ability
limits of ability.
There are so many things that I cannot
do.
There are many things that are impossible for
me.
If I have any strength,
it has been poured into me by
you.
I humbly confess that I am a collection of
weaknesses,
held together by divine
grace.
I have limits of righteousness.
I have yet to have a perfect
day.
I have yet to have pure and unmixed
motives.
My moral track record is far from being
spotless.
My heart still tends to wander,
and when it does,
it takes my faculties with it.
If I have any righteousness,
my righteousness is
you.
I have committed myself to following you in
holiness,
but I regularly fall short of your holy
glory,
confession after confession
confession after confession
confession after confession
confession after confession.
I have come to understand that
my limits
are a blessing and not a curse.
It is my limits that drive me into your
arms of grace.
It is my limits that make me grateful for
you.
The awareness of my limits causes me to
remember you.
My limits expose the delusion of my
independence.
My limits work to silence my
boasting.
When I mourn my limits,
I end up celebrating you.
The inglorious reality of my
limits,
drives me to worship you for the glory of
your glory,
running again to you
running again to you
running again to you
running again to you.
It is my lack of hope in me
that leads me to hope in you.
I have come to understand my limits,
but I am not discouraged.
You meet me in my
foolishness.
You come near to me in my
sin.
You hold me up when I am
weak.
You gift me with sabbath after
sabbath.
My hope is in you.
My hope is in you.
My hope is in you.
My hope is in you.
