I was made
with ears that hear
and eyes that see,
But he does not speak to me.
He hides himself from my sight.
I was given a mouth
that longs to taste his mouth;
A nose the sniffs the air
seeking his musky, virile smell.
But he is nowhere to be found.
I was created with a body,
with skin and nerves
that wait for his touch
to send waves of excitement through me!
He is absent.
My heart is so alone
it's beats echo loudly,
drowning out my sobs and wails.
So empty
the slightest of breaths
sends waves of pain throughout
when they touch the raw exposed surfaces
Of my soul.
I wait upon my Redeemer
to make right what is so wrong,
to heal my heart
That He made,
to fill my longing desire
He placed deep inside me;
To keep His promises
...Hope
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Saturday, August 08, 2015
Friday, August 07, 2015
Heartache
Heartache
Hundreds of puzzle pieces You’ve
given me.
I received each one with joy!
I pieced them together
Waiting excitedly, expectantly for the final piece to be inserted,
And find out I’ve been wrong.
The picture I thought I was putting together
Was different from the one You had on Your box.
You’ve left thousands of crumbs on the trail for me.
I’ve followed with anticipation
Of what waits at the end.
I came to the end of a trail today.
I followed the wrong trail
Fix my mistakes, dear God.
Help me find the right path.
“The LORD is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.”
-Lamentations 3:25
Digestion
Heartache.
Death of romance.
Like King David, at the death of his baby
I wash my face, take a meal
wanting to move forward,
wanting to trust You!
I eat and drink in Your Word
seeking comfort, sustenance,
trying to "taste and see that the LORD is good".
It sits in my soul like rocks,
heavy and unsatisfying;
like a meal that just "sits there"
leaving me full
but still hungry.
But if I wait,
it will break down
...eventually.
It will digest
and my soul will absorb its nourishment.
I will be sustained.
Death of romance.
Like King David, at the death of his baby
I wash my face, take a meal
wanting to move forward,
wanting to trust You!
I eat and drink in Your Word
seeking comfort, sustenance,
trying to "taste and see that the LORD is good".
It sits in my soul like rocks,
heavy and unsatisfying;
like a meal that just "sits there"
leaving me full
but still hungry.
But if I wait,
it will break down
...eventually.
It will digest
and my soul will absorb its nourishment.
I will be sustained.
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