Beneath My Skin

When I was a young infant,
someone gave me this word,
'He is always enough for you,'
and I believed it to be true.

When I was a young toddler
facing several little stumpers,
that word I often recall-
apart from Him I need nothing more.

As I grew and matured,
unknowingly I took for granted
what that word truly means
is more than what it merely seems.

I stumbled but I did not fall
thanks to Him I stand tall
And deep down inside I ponder
how could He remain yonder?

He is always enough for me.
That i had always known to be.
Yet I lean not on Him
when I was caught in the whirlwind.

O how foolish it is indeed
to take to the winding streets
when the highway and straight paths
were always there for me to pass.

The relief dawns upon me
when my eyes opened to see
my ashes traded in for His beauty
basked in His glory and majesty.

I lift my hands in surrender
to Him I will gladly offer
my heart, soul and whole being
for He is always enough for me.