God, I bring all these questions.
Will they go unanswered?
I do not know.
But this I do:
That you are sovereign
And in control
From the beast of the field
to the birds of the air
The creeping things
and every strand of hair,
You know them all.
So, this love I know not of
Is it reserved for only few?
Or only for those
Who painfully knew
The gift of bringing life
Into the world?
I ask, if it is good for me
To know this kind of love,
Would it be ok
If I felt it too?
Or must the hope be deferred
In order to endure?
Must I never experience this
In my moment of time?
Oh these questions
I cry out to you and find
A deep deep well.
Just when I think
The suffering is done
You’ve done all
The victory won
To perfect Yourself through it,
You open it up again
And remind me, “My grace is sufficient”.
So, while no one is around
I ask you to hold
To reveal this steadfast love
From Your Word I am told
Is the well from which I draw
Refreshing waters and deep abiding grace.
When I look to You
And trescend these desires
To fix my eyes upon Your face.
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