My Psalm
No words I hear
Only silence from my own fear,
No embrace no reassuring hand,
Only doubt, emptiness upon my hand..
Years of emptiness, shame, unworthiness in this uncertain world, I open up your words of faith Lord your son, yet my heartened heart is blind.
You calleth me to come down from that withered tree, as to eat and be fed inside my home, where am I to deserveth such a gift?
Is it I Jesus with whom you seek, no words can I speak, as I serve you with the finest wine, bread, yet you summoned me to sit at your feet to say My Child, I come as to feed your soul as I see you are sad.
You have suffered with doubt, fear FAITH, let me pray with you, just as the deer wander upon this earth seeking water, let me be the oats upon which they eat, reach out your hand my CHILDREN, let your body hunger no more as to walk free in the prairies of wheat and wildflowers, as to be warmed by the morning sun, Go Forth to be ONE with my FATHER in Grace.
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