When I Turn

I turn to God with nowhere else to go,
and, helpless, place my problems at His door,
where He will take good care of them, I know,
and then I hardly have them anymore.

I turn to God to offer Him my prayer,
though He's all great and good and I am dust,
at least I know with heaven I am square,
for God's the One I can completely trust.

I turn to God because it pleasures me
to sail beyond the stars to glimpse His face,
to dip my toe into eternity,
to taste a bit the fullness of His grace.

O God, when I am lost without a clue,
I still can wrest perspective best from You.

                        -- by Pete Voelz       3/07