Imperfectitis

I'm not very wise

I'm not very smart

I'm a Too Big size

I can't focus for art.

My house gets messy

My garden has weeds

My clothes are not dressy

My poetry needs

An editor. 

I talk when I shouldn't, 

Don't talk when I should

I wish I wouldn't 

Do harm- just good.

I'm not Pinterest Perfect, 

I struggle to be

Full of defect upon defect

Yet live the best version of me.

My voice, stricken with laryngitis,

Crackles out a healing, old song

“Just as I am”- with imperfectitis

I come, just to Be- and Belong.

Joy Mast Miller

6-8-24

……….

 

Just as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot;

To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about

With many a conflict, many a doubt;

Fightings within, and fears without,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;

Sight, riches, healing of the mind;

Yes, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;

Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, Thy love unknown

Has broken every barrier down;

Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Lyrics:Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)

Music:William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)

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