Reckon On Him

As we give,
He accepts;
As we open,
He enters;
As we roll back
Life's floodgates;
The glorious Tide
Of His fullness,
Streams in,
Onto the bleak muck
Of the soul;
To restore that,
Which was lost.
Reckon only on Him;
Let Him work,
Unhindered:
The sloughy clay,
Need only be pliant,
In the hand
Of the Master;
Responsive;
To His slightest touch,
To be remade,
Into a vessel of service:
Good, and pleasing
Unto his Lord.