For the story of Bartimaeus, read Mark 10:46-52.
Lord, every day I need You more
than the one I lived before.
My sins, though small (or so I think),
add to the cup You had to drink.
Some sorrow comes through tragedy
and I cannot but bend my knee.
Or pride steps in and takes a hold
‘til You my hands and fingers fold.
Even joy is not my servant—
without Your love, I don’t deserve it.
I look behind at what I’ve faced
and see the pathway of Your grace.
All that I have is not my own,
but only gifts of love You’ve shown.
Through valleys low and deserts dry
You led me, staying at my side.
And when Your covering I rejected,
somehow You kept me still protected.
Since first my heart was Yours to keep,
You opened up that heart to weep.
And in that blur, Your blinding light
Restores to this poor beggar sight.
–Samantha Koivisto 7/23/2012