Good Morining, Lord...
It's me again.
You know my heart,
and yet you still want to hear from me...
I know I am getting the better end of the deal
and offer up my thanks for it...
I think I am stuck again, Lord.
I need You to pull me out of the quicksand again.
If you have to leave me here, I ask that you keep my head up
...above sand level...
Joy and heaviness mix together to bake up a sweet ache
that threatens to grow claws...
You are faithful to provide a way for me to make it from
point "A" to point "B". I trust You to do that for me once more.
Is it something I am doing wrong?
Where is my part in this fiasco painted in blue?
Forgive me, Lord, and show me how I can do my part
to return more fully to the land of the living...
Morning will come, I can rest assured...
...but if a day is as a thousand years to you,
what measure of time are you thinking of?
In my time, Lord, I want the claws pulled out of my spirit
so that I can soar again.
Call me greedy...
I desire to live without cloaks
and move into the place where I should be?
I ask Your blessing on this day.
Do with me what You will, Lord.
I offer myself up for your service.
Let me be a part of Your plan today
as You keep me in the palm of Your hand.
So be it.
Amen.
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3 comments:
Thank you for this, Lynne. Beautiful, honest, and wonderful word usage as usual. I love the request to keep your head about sand level. I can relate! God bless you, girlfriend.
Like the prayer Lynne. I've had similar ones only mine are not as eloquent. :-)
Eloquent? I sat down to write and the words flowed like milk and honey...The Lord gives me images and phrases; and then prompts me to choose one word over another as I write. He is amazing and always eloquent. I am honored to pass along His love and grace.
have a cup o'joy,
Lynne
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