My Best, My Worst and the Rest

Won't You, Lord
Take the best of me
Keep me thankful and humble
With Your gifts that make me good.
Won't You, Lord
Take the rest of me
Help me recognize and learn
Whatever you know I should.
Won't You, Lord
Take the worst of me
Cleanse me and make me whole
Strengthen me and guard my heart with your Truth.

These words came to me as I was playing the guitar with the limited musical knowledge and skills that I have. These words just seemed to rush into mind and I just left my guitar on the bed and grabbed a pen and piece of paper. (From experience, postponing putting my thoughts on paper made them vanish altogether.) My sister was puzzled by my abrupt actions and demanded an explanation. Upon completion of transferring my thoughts to paper, my explanation led to discussion of the gifts God has given us and how to discover and utilize it for His glory. This resulted in my sister turning half of another poem of mine (the next one: With Faith) into a song. And it turned out pretty nice, with her very sweet voice.