Writing some poetry

Teach Me Each Motion

By Matthew Stanley

I am an underground creature

Born and bred for the dark

All my ancestors slithered

Through the soil and bark

They ate of the dust

And were gorged on blood

I was content in my squalor

I loved drowning in mud

Until spotless hands drew me

Pulled me out of the mire

Set my feet on a Rock

Set my soul on fire

My blind eyes are adjusting

Light has begun to penetrate

There is now pulsing life

Where there was once a slate.

I’m learning to stand

On a wholly other ground

All the while crying out

Why am I the one You found?

There is no health in me

My breath is like a disease

Why did You choose my hands?

What made You choose these?

Still I stumble and fall

While You hold me in your hand

When I come low in sin

Even while I eat the dry sand

Your fountain never stops

And Your spring will never run dry

I know it is there that I find grace

Where else can I fly?

Your mercy is free and boundless

Covering me like an ocean

All I want is to serve You

So teach me each motion

So, in humbleness I bow

It’s all I can do

I’m a slave in Your house

But it’s not slavery,

If it’s for You.