At His Throne

Today,

I felt guilty

To know that I am so privileged

And spoiled.

It eats at my soul

And I cannot tell you how much

I want to rid myself of this feeling.

A yearning has been born

To make better

This life

For others besides me.

Those less fortunate.

But where does the courage

Originate from,

That allows me to move mountains?

Where is the Faith that has led

Me in this life?

The want I have

Is to lead them all to Him.

I want to live so lowly

That they do not see

A Pompous man blabbering

Of his blessed life,

But a survivor;

A believer.

I want to be living proof

Of my Living God

Who in three days time

Rose from the dead to

Forever change the world.

At His throne

I seek to kneel,

But how do I go about living righteously?

Such perfection is immeasurable

And unattainable through myself

But not through He who gives me rest.

This writing is a question.

It's a want

It's a need.

To be more than I am.

I want to be the faithful Christian

Loved by few,

But led by my God so fully

That a glance would tell you as much,

Or even a sentence uttered from my lips.

To have Him flow through me

Is my goal.

I just pray I do not fall short.