He Listens When Our Ears are Shut ClosedA Poem by Bethany Michaels
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Threatening me at incessant pace that don't care to stop it I yearn for the worldly things that quench my thirst for moments Funny how a material thing never seems to last, don't it I want to cry out to Jesus to save me from my sins But it's like my own hands cover my mouth obstructing my hopeful win I want to reach for my Bible and taste the sweetness of His word But I'm constrained to starve myself as I reap and sow - why can't I be a bird? This struggle that I've muddled has really befuddled my own mind God, pull me from the quicksand that I myself have carefully designed For it's You who hold me near to you and shepard me to your light Even when I feel stuck in a cage too heavy to move with my might It's you who feeds me graciously even when I think I'm full For you know my pangs and emptiness - over all of me you rule A feeling is deceiving, but your timeless promises remain The day you saved me Christ Jesus, my heart has never been the same I may feel like I'm withering away like a flower with no soil for her roots But a feeling fades, and your love grows in an undying devoted pursuit I trust in you my God to hear my unsaid words today I know you keep a treasure box full of the prayers I wanted to say I praise you my Lord in Heaven for the mysteries you've made clear For it's not my own voice I need to hear, but yours I lend my ear © 2012 Bethany MichaelsAuthor's Note
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Added on August 30, 2012 Last Updated on August 30, 2012 Tags: Christianity, Faith, God, struggle, trust |