March 30, 2009

I wrote this poem over a year ago and just found it in the back of an old journal.


I'm still waiting, God
for your clarity
For your life-giving source to
lay bare to me
For time and time again I try and fail
to see the depths of your strength prevail
It's not you I seem to see,
It's me, disillusioned
thinking it's all about me.

But try I do, and fail I will
yet you will stand, a chief to hail,
To bow, to sigh, to curl up nigh
You are there to listen to me
as I sit and wait in agony.
"I'm here, Lord! Fill me full!" say I in truth-
and truth be told,
"Fill me, fill me, evermore!"
I sing, I cry, I longingly implore

But try I do and fail I will
And you will be there to raise me up,
To lift me in my weakness still
To bringing justice, a foolishness it seems.
Yet you, the God of mercy.
the God of glory.
the God of weakness.
and the God of Love.
Sitting there on throne, smiling from Above.