How dare I talk to God Who is so great,
when I am just the opposite, so small,
so pressed by sins that balk at heaven's gate,
I don't deserve to talk to Him at all?
Yet God created me to speak in prayer,
gave me His image and loves me no end,
lent me the right and power and will to dare,
as He dared raise me up from dust to friend.
God even made me free to turn my back,
bids me to dare believe and dare to hope,
when I repent, His mercy fills my lack,
unless I stubbornly choose to stay a dope.
To speak to You, O God, I dare to do,
although I risk to lose myself in You.
-- by Pete Voelz 6/09
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