I Am Yours

Before God I stand

Hands bowed at my sides

Offering the little I can:

No frills, no bells, no whistles.

Just fear and pain and ordinariness.

The good, the bad and all that’s in-between.

Offered in simple words:

‘I am Yours.’

All that I am:

A simple gift

‘I am Yours.’

And God’s hand reached out to me

Accepting the gift in its totality

And then an echo whispered

A smile of pleasure

In moist eyes.

‘And I am yours.’

All that God is

Offered to all that I am.

My eyes fill with tears

At the enormity of the gift.

The God of the universe

Gifting mortal me God’s self.

I am unworthy

But not worthless.

I am not understanding

But totally understood.

Yet find I am accepted.

I wrestle with such love,

And find I am still loved.

I struggle to accept,

‘I am yours,’

 © Jo Anastasiadis

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