Not certain the exact date I wrote this, but it was before 1990. The last two lines were added after the first writing at a time when I was trying too hard. God and I have a joke. I say, “Lord, I’m trying!” And He says, “Yes, dear, very trying.” Then I rest in His presence and try to allow Him to work in and through me.
Perhaps I Could Ask You Just to Stand and Tip? ©1990 Molly Lin Dutina Lily pads at the pond Grow on stalky stems Leaves unfold an opened palm Cupped at center point Summer shower starts to drop Mercurial glistening spheres Gathering in the center spot ‘til bulbous weight smears silver drops Into glistening globs And tips the leaves so full To pour their contents overboard And rising from the spill Stately shielded lily-hands Begin the cycle once more Keep my stem flexible, Lord My hands open and cupped Eager to receive Your all Questioning not Your skill Only trusting the power of Your love To melt my rigid will Drench me Lord In Your shower of love Let me gather and drink my fill Then spill over on those around And rise to await Your will Send water of Your Spirit To tip me over, pour me out Then wash over me once again Fresh cleansing by Holy Words Shine Your light through This enshrouding mist Color me with covenant this: Abiding presence and constant love, Indwelling grace that conquers sin Transfigured rigid I Yielded and bent In Your service Spilling forth rivers of living water And giving rest to croaky voiced frogs Who, when Spirit-kissed, Become priests and kings Singing their praises to You. Perhaps You ask me just to be Your lily leaf Stand and tip
Yield to His calling. He has your best in mind!