God's reaching in brings out the good in me,
appealing to my gentle, loving side,
He put His good in me for all to see,
He touches it and it is magnified.
God always asks of me to give my best,
He warns me not to give my fallenness,
though when I do, I turn and too am blest,
feels good to beat the bad when I confess.
When I give good, God only gives me more,
the more I give, the more He does inspire,
my higher score makes my desire soar,
to do some more burns in me like a fire.
O God, let it be clearly understood,
the good I do is due to You, the Good.
-- by Pete Voelz 4/09
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