Within four silent walls
Magnifies the sultry call
A tearful litany
But so fleshfully satisfying
Lord, what did I do
How did I hurt You?
His still small voice comes in subtle power, never meek
There in the hot bath
Soaking more in Him than the Epsom
I observe my legs as they lift
His Spirit displayed
This gentle rocking
Of my limbs
Revealed His power right there in
In the tub
Calmed my nerves, hushed my crazy to a lull
Let go of my angst
I could almost see it evaporate
I began to pray
Lord, that sister on my heart
What about her?
Father, how can I tell her?
Suddenly a Scripture verse
Into my selfish brain
One which God knew I needed the name
Upon my Amen
I surrendered my friend
Watched as my lack of faith drained with water, removing my stain
His love so strong
I rushed, though it seemed to take long
Seek and you shall find, when you seek Him, you belong
The verse He brought to mind
The one He wanted my sister to have
So she would know and be reminded
How He cares for her
Beyond how He cares for the sparrow
In this intercession, He filled my cup so it overflowed
for His child
His presence exists so powerfully with me, in me
Yes, I want my back better
But nothing on this earth can ever
Come near to time with my Savior
That direct experience with His love
That says I am above
Pain, depression and my sinful stains
I am lifted higher than I can jump!
By His grace
Oh when He sees me, when He looks at my face
I have no weight
He’s come to save me again, over the gate!
My life is His
Nothing can come between
Me and Jesus the Nazarene
But this is how God fulfilled what He had foretold through all the prophets, saying that His Messiah would suffer. Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, and that He may send the Messiah, who has been appointed for you — even Jesus (Acts 3:18-20).
My heart says of You, “Seek His face!”
Your face, Lord, I shall seek (Psalm 27:8).
Thank you for joining me here at the poetry blog. Our God is so good. Most of the poems are meant to be spoken. I will read this one at church on Sunday … and perhaps online after that.
Feel free to start a conversation about poetry in the comments. I never took writing in college. The poems I write have heaven-form lol. I just listen and record.
All photos in this post come from Pixabay.com.
I pray you are of good health and remain that way. I pray too if you do not know Jesus that you come to know Him today. In the event of any pandemic, it is good to know where you are headed after death.
If you have questions about Jesus, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org