For those of you who have yet to put in your guess as to what day our little Baby will come, don’t forget to join the baby pool!  You get to guess the day, the time, the weight and length as well.  We’re going to send whoever wins a little something for fun, so get your guess in now!

I wanted to share a poem that talks about sin, specifically talking about falling over and over again in the same area of struggle.  How such a war and battle is like a tide coming in and out.  One minute you’re convinced you’ve made progress and get lost in pride and the next moment you’re back out at see grasping for air and crying out to God to save you.

Tide

I flow forever as the tide,
Ebbing ever then denied.
I find no gain on crystal sand,
No climbing forth to conquer land.

No hope of rising forth in storm,
For moments pass and heavens warm.
They greet me with their softest gaze,
And toss me back to dark malaise.

How I long to break this beating,
The heavy drum that stands repeating,
That beat by beat reminds within,
Of every touch of nature’s sin.

What a wretched man am I!
Reflection burns my wretched eyes.
I’m torn and tossed about like stories,
Seeds of truth give way to mourning.

Stand! Weak legs, your time has come!
I beg you rise and help me run!
And yet this turbid mud gives way,
It sends me back to dreary sway.

Abba! Hear my staggered breath!
This tide has brought your servant death.
Somehow my heart forgets the land,
Preferring still this bitter strand.

My trusted legs forever feeble,
My heart adrift and lost in evil,
I beg you God with all that’s left,
Bring forth your mercy in these depths.

Restore in me a glorious love,
That from this strand may rise above.
And set me down upon your shore,
To rest in thee, forevermore.