Thursday, August 19, 2010

Hello God

Hello Father, it’s me here again, on bended supplicant knee.
This pain is gnawing, eating me up and my life is no longer free.

I can no longer concentrate, focus on prayer, no longer sleep or eat.
And I am no quitter Lord, but I am now waving a flag of defeat.

Just waiting daily for a miracle from you is so very hard to do.
But I feel I am at the end of my rope and don’t know what to do.

I know you work in amazing ways; I’ve seen your power before.
You have answered many of my prayers but now I’m hurting sore.

It is almost like there are boulders impossible for me to move.
But your power Lord is mighty and You have nothing to prove.

And dwelling upon my pain has never done me one iota of good.
It is not where blessings lie, and that I have always understood.

Father, when my thinking again starts to focus only upon me,
I begin to remember how you suffered and die upon that tree.

It is the only way I know to draw my thoughts back to you.
And to have your Spirit lead me into praying for others too.

I do not believe in the worldly ways of meditation for pain.
I believe prayers for others brings my thinking into line again.

You may not heal me instantly Lord, but what you always do
Is send to me the comfort of another believer who is led by you.

I have learned so much in the schoolroom of continued pain.
Now this world is far more temporal, I think more of heaven again.

lead me once more into the believer’s mantra of "Trust and Obey"
For I know that to be truly happy in You there is no other way!
**Mantra can also mean "Devotional or Hymn"

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

My Father and I

My Father and I are able to talk and to speak of all things.
No secrets from Him do I withhold, no hidden agendas.
He knows all of my fears and the reasons for my tears.
He understands my pain, both the physical and emotional.
God is my confidante; in Him I have placed all of my trust.
There are times when I have thought He has forsaken me,
Closed His ears to my cries, the skies have been my ceiling.
I have been angry, but know I am forgiven, He understands.
But I have found we can be silent but in reverence commune.
My thoughts are not always pure, but He forgives yet again.
He wipes them away; with His healing hands they are no more.
He is an exacting task-master; I would have Him no other way.
To what would I aspire? How can He prune and challenge me?
His nod of approval is all that I need to feed my hungry soul.
His Spirit lives within me, ever prompting, always helping me.
He teaches me discernment and shows me a more sure way.
He leads me out of dark pathways and draws me into His light.
My body fails me He calls upon fellow believers to bind me up.
Hand in figurative hand we can walk this road, or when I tire
He gives me sweet rest for my thirsty soul; Fill me up Lord!
A day has not gone by without Him giving me cause to praise Him.
Exalting His name lifts me, causes me to rejoice in my circumstance.
His all seeing eye watches over me; His greatest concern is for my soul.
There is joy in serving Jesus; like a precious jewel you need to seek it.