I’m so hungry ... so thirsty
This can’t be, is not enough
what I can see with my eyes,
hear with my ears and feel and touch.
I need so much more, I crave what’s real.
Like breathing in oxygen,
like a cold drink of water on a hot dry day,
like the first bite of food after a long fast.
I am not enough
What I think, what I know, what I feel I can do on my own.
It fails, over and over again
I am not enough.
I run, collapsing, at Your feet
Here I lay, nothing left to give ... fully exposed, vulnerable, surrendered
You are everything, You are all that matters, You are in charge, in control.
You are my Oxygen, my Water, my Bread.
You are my Life, my Center,
my Everything
I lay here, not moving.
Slowing my breath, covering my head, laying as a child, a newborn, completely vulnerable to Who You are, what You are capable of doing. Complete trust. This is where I belong, in your Presence, that Holy Place, the Holiest of all that is Holy. My mind tries to visualize, tries to imagine it ... I think I can almost grasp it, catch a glimpse of You.
Oh, to see You, the Creator,
the Provider, the Judge, the Anointed One,
my Father, my Lover, my Friend.
You alone speak, and all of creation pauses, holds it’s collective breath for further instruction,
for the chance to hear your Voice.
The Voice that spoke and mountains burst forth out of nothingness,
the One who spoke and teeming waters were formed into seas.
The Voice who does speak, brings forth life out of a womb,
the One who does speak and directs the angel soldiers to fight, protect and defeat the accuser.
You alone control, judge, guide, direct, allow, give, hold, comfort, create, heal, restore, Love!
You are Love,
not mushy, fleeting weak affection,
but profound, cemented, heart-reaching, heart-changing, centering kind of Love.
Love that surrenders everything when nothing is deserving.
Love that allows pain in order to bring wholeness.
Love that breaks, in order to mold.
Love that hears every voice, every heart’s cry that is in tune with it’s Creator.
I quietly, completely-broken, fully-surrendered, lay at your feet,
before your throne, in the midst of your majesty
