TO WHOM DO I LOOK

As a child, I spoke as a child, To whom did I call on, run to, Mama As a teenager I spoke as one knowing all things, I acted as a child. To whom did I call, run to? Myself, my peers-which was my friends my age. As a young adult spoke as one who had learned to listen, but mostly to myself and my peers, the ones I chose to hear, As years passed I grew and found out that others knew more then me. Even some I did not choose. With age comes wisdom if we allow ourselves to be open to receive. To Whom do I look? One morning I awoke to there had to be more to life then what I was living. But to Whom do I run. In the distance I saw Him to whom I had heard of for all my years. How though to reach out to the One that knows all, sees all, the One from whom nothing can be hid. Am I ready to accept Him, because in doing so I am admitting that there is One I can never know more than. One that to fully know would mean total surrender of all of me. Am I ready for this? Am I capable of this? To Whom Can I look? Him and only Him. Because without Him I am incomplete. Without Him no matter what I do in life I will never know what it is to be all I can be-All that He made me to be. To Whom Do I look? I look to the One who knows the real me, the One that created me. The only One who holds the truth of how I can be all of me. To Whom do I look? Jesus Christ recj/LJG