Holiness

(For I)

Be holy for I am holy.
Is what the Father said.

Why wasn’t it:
Be funny, be jolly or dance!
Read books, or go for a walk?

He said so many other things,
Things that I should be.
The nicest, the truest, the friend.
Be cheerful, be honest, repent.

If you love Me you will follow,
Follow and do as I say.

Being like Him, as a human,
Seems so far and out of reach.
And does He really understand me?
Does He know that I am weak?

Being holy isn’t something,
I can even try to reach.
Grow me slowly, grow me steady,
I will listen when You teach.

And when my life of flesh is over,
And I reach the other side…
I can only hope and wonder,
How on earth did I abide?

Your hands hold me, Your feet guide.
Your heart taught me every time.
Being lowly isn’t saying:
Everything will be denied.

When You see me fighting, stumbling.
When you see my earthly fight.
Let my faith be loud and cheerful:
Holiness will be my prize.

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