To love God, I must be weak.
I must be ready; I must be holy.
To love God, I must be good to the poor.
I must receive His wisdom.
To love God, I must be like Jesus,
tending to the poor, the hurting,
the hungry, the sick,
And the dying.
To love God, I must love the drunkard,
the thief, the murderer.
I bring only hunger, dear God.
I bring the love of Your Son.
I bring the brightness of Your sun,
the light of Your moon,
the rustle of the trees in Your breath.
I bring the love of Your limitless glory.
In my mortal weakness
I am perfection in Your countenance.
© Russell Kendall Carter