Monday, September 24, 2018

Constant

"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?  The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid...For in time of trouble He shall hide me in His pavilion; in the secret place of His tabernacle He shall hide me; He shall set me high upon a rock...When my father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me... I would have lost heart unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.  Wait on the Lord; be of good courage.  And He shall strengthen your heart; wait, I say, on the Lord!"         -Psalm 27:1, 5, 10, 13-14

"...But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."    -Proverbs 18:24


A gift received shall
Be given; an answered prayer
I must let go.
Nets that carried the weight 
Of my heart have snapped
Leaving me falling.
Anxiousness appearing,
Panic rises as I wonder
Who will hold me now?
Everyone else has walked away;
God, why am I left again?

I realize it's not
Out of need, but of want.
These selfish tears grasp
Twine that burns 
Turning a blessing into an idol.
A Chisel digs into the hidden places
Of my psyche and emotion, revealing
For the future to mirror the past.
But it is not so.
My heart pained from a Fire 
Meant to refine, but I worry
Who shall now be my confident confidant?

God, I admit I need a Friend
Who will stick closer than a brother.
I need an assurance
I will be loved beyond all measure;
Carried through the thickest of flames;
Valued when all the worthless things
In me are exposed.  I need
A strength that moves in the midst of my weakness;
A constant that won't abandon
At the sight of my sin.  I yearn
To be a joy; to be wanted.
Never silenced; never alone.
I long for a faithfulness more trusted
Than the expectation of a sunrise or a new season.

You formed the universe
And saw my face as You knitted
Eve from Adam's rib.
As a child, You drew me in.
As a woman, I must become as a babe
Wholly dependent on the Father
Who ransomed me to become His own.
Such a price!  And yet, never once
Have You let go of my hand.
You delight in me.
You are the constant I AM.
Your arms envelope my entire being
So that when I fall, I fall deeper into You.

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