August 17th

“I can do nothing on my own,” John 5:30a

on my own,
i stumble down
shadowed alleys looking
for some glimmer of hope,
i hear whispers on the wind
but instead of saving me
they draw me further from peace.
come closer, friend Jesus,
taking me by the hand
so I can touch the pulse
of your mercy,
so you can breathe life
into my parched soul,
and as my stuttering words
are reshaped into prayers,
may i rest in your grace
knowing that my weakness
is simply that soil where
your grace is planted.

© 2025 Thom M. Shuman

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