When I have exhausted all of my words
when each phrase I utter sounds the same
waning on like some sort of warning siren…
when the motions go out without a shout
of purpose, and all I do with these hands
is caress sweet longings for tomorrow,
when constant sighs replace the frequent ‘amens’
then I will know I am lost again.
When strength of spirit evaporates
faster than moisture in the desert,
when the hallelujah’s pack their bags
and leave on the eve of morning
then I will know that I’m lost again.
When my prayers fall short of the ceiling
when each word on the pages of scripture
fail to capture glimpses between the blurs
and the worry…then I will know that I am
lost again.
Seek me and find me Lord…
for how often I lose my way
how often do I take back my burdens
again and again
when only then do I realize
I’ve picked them up from the place
I surrendered them to you…
How often do I pick up the hammer
and nail every time that I fail
casting my eyes on the storms
rather than the storm tamer?
How often do I try and try
in failing strength to do it my way
then each day facing my own
dejected spirit, broken and hollowed out…
Seek me and find me Lord…
for how often I lose my way
how often I need deliverance anew
refinement and renewal
restoration and recompense…
it all makes sense now dear Lord
every word that you say to me
encouraging me, delivering me
Seek me and find me Dear Lord…
for how often I lose my way.
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