Archive for March 10th, 2008
When all that was vibrant and teaming with life
feels like pewter plate–heavy and dull;
When the duties of worker and mother and wife
leave me hollowed, a beaten-down hull;
Your Word is a light flick’ring fast in the gloom,
and Your Wind blows a life-giving breeze through my desolate room.
The bow which caresses the string strokes a lingering tone
which hangs on the air with a tremulous trust.
The Word suspends each spinning sphere on a track of its own,
and their circular dance shapes the seasons for us.
When I can’t feel my pulse for the numbness inside,
and my heart is a stone in my chest;
When I’ve run out of salt for the tears that I’ve cried,
and my sleep is too heavy for rest;
I’ll remember the God who created this clay,
Who crafted with purpose each numbered, deliberate day.
And I know Peter’s feet found a footpath on top of the waves…
and he took a few steps till he faltered and sank like a stone.
Help me stand on Your Word that it isn’t my willing that saves–
help me trust in Your promises– firmer than all of my own.
When I don’t see the point of the things that I’ve planned,
and I shudder and tear up the list;
When I fear that what’s under my floor is just sand,
and I can’t see my feet for the mist,
I remember the beam that’s supporting my weight
is the wood of the cross where You hung to reverse my sad fate.
And I know that the Red Sea was parted, and Jericho fell,
and that Lazarus lived, and an angel appeared in a cell.
And I stand on Your words when my own are all crumbled to dust.
And Your promise upholds me when there’s nothing else I can trust.