Today I shall share with you an incredibly lovely poem I discovered in a magazine in 1992. My firstborn, five years old at the time, needed an operation requiring a general anesthetic. I was gripped in fear yet wanted out of it. I believe in the power of our thoughts, therefore I felt the worst thing I could do during his hour-long procedure was sit and worry, tense with fear. I knew I had to shift my thinking. I had to turn my fear over to God. But how?
My fear was strong but this poem proved stronger. I read it over and over, quietly aloud in the small curtained bed space reserved for my son. I sat in the chair and remained unconcerned about others who would overhear my quiet repetitive mumblings. I worked on memorizing this poem. And in that one hour I succeeded. As it turned out, it was the first of many poems I would preserve to memory. I hope you enjoy.
Love me God, that I may show,
Thy love to others and help them grow.
Help me God to love through thee,
With a newborn love, eternally free.
Show me God, thy path divine,
And walk before me; thy way is mine.
Search me God for weakness small,
That I may grow in love for all.
Mold me God in thy own way,
You are the potter and I the clay.
Hold me God in times of doubt,
With arms of love, ever strong and stout.
Enfold me God with thine own peace,
That I may learn Divine release.
Raise me God that I may see
In all thy children, only thee.
Thank you God, that you do hear
My cries for help in times of fear.
Thank you God, that I am free,
To be all that you would have me be.
Thank you God for thy presence here
Like breath itself, you are that near.
Thank you God that you are God:
All knowing, all loving, ever-present God.
I typed this out from memory. I no longer have that old dog-eared magazine. I recall the poet’s first name was Vernitia or something close to that. I wish I could find out her name and thank her for this treasure. This poem still helps me to this day. Note: this was previously published on my blog but had to be removed due to repetitive hits from ‘junk mail’ shall we say. I sadly had to sacrifice all my Likes and Comments, but hopefully you, dear reader, will not mind seeing it again. Perhaps some of my dear new visitors will enjoy discovering it for the first time. Love and Light, Gina