I pour it out in a poem
to the king,
shaping the river
into words
Psalm 45:1 msg
My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty
and goodness.
Love climbs
Over rocks,
Then hills
Then mountains.
Conquering
One crest at time
Hard fought
Hard pressed
Bruised and breathless
And grateful
As it stands
Raising its fists
And touching the skies
With shouts of praise
Endurance
But For Now . . .
But for now
I will Rest
Read a book
Write a poem
And be patient
And listen
While Fall burrows in
And the world sleeps
In darkness
Until the sun flashes
Through the clouds
And wakes my soul
With new delight
When . . .
When my heart beats with You –
It beats to the rhythm of truth
When my heart trusts in You -
It waits in silence for justice to ride in
And save the day
When my heart weeps with You -
It cries out for mercy to pour compassion
Over the guilt of my enemies
When my heart hopes in You-
It yields its fear to the power
Of Your unfailing promises
When my heart rests in You-
It surrenders its doubts
To the wisdom of Your will
When my heart rejoices You-
It bursts forth In unrestrained praise
As frail flesh bows its knees
To the worth and honor of Your name
When my heart truly loves You-
It chooses the One Thing
That surpasses all things
And clings to it with unrestrained affection
Having found its value In the gift of Your Eternal love
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When – My heart hears You say,“Seek My face,”
Your face, O Lord, I will seek.
Psalm 27:8
