|Untitled © 2010|
God you know my longing heart.
You hear my fear.
The numbing racing rumbling fear.
It takes my joy, it steals my peace.
It beckons unpleasant things.
It calls out to me with incessant desperation.
It starts with a whisper and ends with a scream.
That familiar scream, who's answer is an ending.
It questions every thought,
with a painful critique.
But the irrational answer to its call.
In my silence I listen.
In my silence a no.
When in battle my Creator made me quiet.
In my silence my Creator has the power.
the wind are His.
I am called to walk.
My hatred and pride I am told to drop.
Love and courage I am asked to take.
Here you are loved.
Here you are worthy.
Here you may be.
Remember the lessons of shame.
Remember the season's change won't damage.
the pain of a muscle growing.
The strength of your soul.
Hope to hold onto.
Here is My Spirit.