Think of Us

I think of me when I should think of You,
O God, for are You not Divinity?
What You are really like I have no clue,
except I know You always think of me.

Why do You so? Because Your love is great.
I answer with my sins without much fear;
between myself and You I oscillate,
as You keep me, all undeserving, near.

In our uneven strange relationship,
what's there for me to give from one so small?
I know at some point I must reach the tip,
and with a step of faith surrender all.

O God, let me take Your attentive care,
attend to others, think of You, and share.

                             -- by Pete Voelz       10/06