poem.

it’s  tough wrestling with the idea

that You are here.

and that i just can’t feel your presence.

i want to be awoken to You

everywhere.

“Wake up, O sleeper”

believe me, i’m trying

i need Your help

wake me up.

i’m going to trust Your words

and go to where i should meet you

and wait for you to show up

help me wait for you

because i’m bad at waiting

and if it’s all on me,

it won’t work.

i won’t work.

so please work behind the scenes

even when i can’t tell

so that one day

i’ll meet You

everywhere.

and i’ll walk with You

forever

because You fixed me.

poem.

its seems to me that life

is all about catching up.

i always seem to be behind

and never in the rhythm i need.

which is hard,

because i need to take time to get recharged.

but i can’t seem to

get away.

to mountains, to nature

to solitude

to silence.

if there is any distraction around

i wont rest in You.

i’ll do whatever to keep busy

when

i need to be still.

 

so teach me to be still

to be quiet. to listen.

to rest in the One

who can recharge me.

the One who gives me passion

to do the things He tells me.

teach me.

i’m Yours.