Fine Line God

God is my shield, and yet He lets me be,
He does a lot but walks a long fine line,
He knows I cannot love unless I'm free,
thus much of all the fighting must be mine.
God is my strength, faith offered as a gift,
one He leaves me so free to take or leave,
He gives me hope, my anchor as I drift,
He hopes His faith in me helps me believe.
God is my sword, made in the form of grace,
I pick it up by sacrament and love,
He models all these gifts here from His base,
His Church that spreads His great gifts from above.
O God, in freedom I reach out to You,
and by Your grace accept Your gifts as true.

                                    -- by PeteVoelz      6/09