Alone At Your Feet

Consider me yours;

for I worship You, Lord.

In the company of saints,

my spirit soared.

Now I need nothing.

My thoughts are of You.

My faith is complete.

My devotion is true.

Distractions are many.

Friends say, 'Grab this world.'

They love worthless things

and call them their pearls.

Now I can see

those people are clowns,

since death sets a trap

and they just fall down.

Here I sit

alone at your feet.

Give me your patience

to become complete.

To my old friends

I will not respond;

for You are the one

of whom I am fond.

If I deal with the world

for advantage or gain,

the saints will laugh;

They’ll know I’m insane.

But if I give You faith,

forevermore,

I’ll sit with the heroes

of ancient lore.