my made up form

 God’s Tug

 

Food on the table

A walk in the ran and the snow

I know

I’m full

And graciously able

To walk, and run, and sing and dance

And romance

Feel Your pull

Of grace by the bucketful

Lord, fill me up to overflowing

For I’m knowing

I am no fool

Though I will be Your tool

To be used in ways You see fit

That is it

Here I sit

And I must admit

My need to abide in You

It’s true

So pull!