by Houston Arledge
O, the sweetness of Your presence! I seem to daily forget, Yet every taste of Your mercy Calls to mem’ry my regret At my calloused neglect of my Uncalloused hands, that ought To have roamed time and again Your recorded promises. Woe am I! A wretch who Remembers not mine own reflection. A fool and jest I make myself ‘til I set my heart on your affection. Daily, O Lord, remind me of mine iniquity. And ever more Your grace That You have shown to me. May my bed be in Your bosom And my heart beat in sync with Yours May my praise be giv’n to You And my gaze be fixed upon Your shores May my desire be for You And all others fade away Lord, grant me to be with You In my undying days.
Houston Arledge is a seminarian, college minister, poet, digital artist and coffee enthusiast from Denton, Texas.