i am

i am but the hem of Your garment

Chosen by You with care

i long to be used to heal the sick

Though most may not notice i’m there

On air i am a vibration

That carries the words You speak

i know that no one can see me

But the sound makes their interest pique

i am mud in Your fingers that heal

Or bread or a fish that feed

i am story that captures their interest

So You might meet each of their needs

Oh Lord how my mind does wonder

That You can use one so small

That you can take i who am nothing

And use me so that You can enthrall.

Written January 28, 2005

Copyright 2005