I Want To Be An Angel
For all have sinned,and fall short
of the glory of God, being declared
righteous freely by His grace through
the redemption that is in Christ Jesus,
Many times I fall and stumble,
My poor foot so often trips;
I really want to be an angel,
But my halo sometimes slips.
I really try to live for Jesus
As along lifeís way I go,
But my wings get bent and broken,
And sometimes donít even show.
And my white robe of righteousness
Sometimes gets stained and torn,
My heart gets hurt and angry,
And my soul feels tired and worn.
And, no matter how I try,
I know Iíve let Him down again.
Itís humbling, to kneel before Him
With a life so marred by sin.
But then, the Bible tells me,
Not to think myself above my place;
My righteousness is filthy rags!
Iím a sinner, saved by grace.
Itís His grace, and not my works,
That gives me righteousness,
And when I fail, He lifts me up,
And He cleans up my mess!
Oh, blessed freedom, sweet release,
To know my failures are forgiven,
And that even if my halo slips,
Iíll still see Him in Heaven.
Thank you, thank you, Jesus,
For all youíve done already;
Help me to walk within the light,
Keep my footsteps sure and steady.
Help me to glorify Your name,
In everything I say and do,
May I no longer slip or stumble,
As I learn to walk like You!
© 2006 by Kathryn Brandon; all rights reserved.
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