Closer than breath is my God,
Though I seek Him far from near;
Though His love for me is dear,
My desires at His grace jeer.
His thoughts and acts are about me,
Making my good His sole desire.
His words guide my steps to aspire;
Reach His goal before I retire.
What else do I ask of my God,
When in Christ He meets my care?
That I grow a wheat, not a tare;
So, I don’t at calamity stare.
In my power no good dwells,
For Christ in me does His will.
On the cross He paid the bill,
There, He freed me from the mill.
He’s with me always to guide;
Ensure my steps are in His light.
For before me, His way is bright;
I need not stumble, grope in fright.
What a terrible bear I’ve been;
Missing the rest His grace bestows!
What a dusty speck, in vain crows;
Not a diamond in strength glows!
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi