In my own ability.

I came to Him just as I am, now with the ability I was once given, just as I was in my own strength, though I feel the urge to do something for Him.
After all, He has pulled me from the evil path of the south, and placed me on the path that leads to life.
I urged for the benefits of what I can get, unlearned and feeling trustworthy, am just as I was.
He saw my motives and reasons, I saw His hand and only His provisions, He saw my nakedness, I saw only a system to follow, He saw my heart. "Is not to him that willeth, not to the swift my child", He whispered.
Then again I offered my self-motivation though unseasonably trained, I pressed further, pulling every ability that I can summon, still in my own strength.
My creativity and sound reasoning, I offered. Breaking every barrier, unclear of the path where it leads, as the further I ran seemed as though I am drifting further away from Him.  "My child, it is not to Him that runneth", He whispers. A slight tear, a weak vessel shattered, I am worn out, fallen down, broken. Yet His hands were still upon me. He pull me up and set me down on His lap. Again He whispers, "it is I that showeth mercy, just rest in Me".