Poetry

My Hiding Place

Lies try to swirl and surround,
A whirlwind of unwanted noise;
I refuse them and look to You,
Clasping tightly to Your hand.

You contend for me as I rest in You,
Your heart, my hiding place;
The storm surges around
Yet it cannot reach me here.

The sword of Your mouth
Ends the life of those lies;
Your voice roars like an earthquake,
Shaking every enemy ambition.

Melodies arise and begin to surround
Flowing around me in beautiful harmony;
Your song of deliverance pours forth,
Glorious peace settling my soul.

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“For this cause everyone who is godly shall pray to You
In a time when You may be found;
Surely in a flood of great waters
They shall not come near him.

You are my hiding place;
You shall preserve me from trouble;
You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah.”

Psalm 32:6-7 (NKJV)

Poetry

Give Me This Living Water

The pain of this lonely ache
Will it ever leave, this side of eternity?

My heart and flesh cry out for You
The Living God who gives Living Water

Like the woman at the well
I have sought many so-called loves

And found they are broken cisterns
Reaffirming the truth that only You satisfy

Poetry

He Did Not Come for Nothing

I will stand and declare
While they simply seem to stare
Even if they think
I’m a fool on my knees.

But I know the Hope that never disappoints –
Jesus, my Lord, who gives life for death,
His arm able, His heart wanting;
He did not come for nothing.

He took the sting of death,
The stripes on His back for the sick
His death for our sins,
So I align my words with His.

“May the Lamb who was slain receive the full reward of His suffering!”

Poetry

Seal Me Up

I relax into Your embrace,
I breathe and release,
Let it all go,
For Your promises are true.

You have purpose in every season,
And my heart You will seal up.
You will seal me up in Your love,
And crown me with Your lovingkindness.

Your love is better than life itself.

Poetry

“-tions”

Words fail appearance as I seek to give description
A way of clearly telling life’s afflictions,
From painful emotions to deepened frictions.

Awaiting some sort of true depiction,
They gnaw at my tired attention
In their wake frustrating any connection.

What are these obstacles but accusation,
Enemy-hindrances to deep communication?
Such travesty for a heart that wants placation.

Such a heart has need for conversation,
But so few journey to deep relation,
And fewer still will seek translation.

Poetry

Selah

In the quietness of selah my soul is set free,
My heart is opened up and my eyes they see;
For in the silence there exists a divine reset,
As cares are released and focus finds its rest

By thoughts set on You and prayers to Your throne,
I bask in Your presence and the light of Your glow;
Further Your love quiets me just as the Scriptures say,
And You sing such lovely songs sweetly over me.