A Wanderer's Cry

My sincere apologies for my absence. As you'll soon see, my time and energies have been diverted elsewhere, and the effect will not soon be forgotten. I will try to get back on a more regular schedule from here on out, but please bear with me as I figure everything out. In the meantime, a gift for you:

 

 

A Wanderer's Cry

My well is dry

My cup is spilt

My soul weighed down

By shame and guilt

I try so hard

My time is gone

Sleep runs at night

I'm up at dawn

So much consumes

Many good things

But stress and darkness

Still have stings

And my hands shake

While my eyes fill

For how could God

Yet love me still?

 

I avoid Him

I don't have time

To read His words

Or sing His rhymes

 

My busyness

All of these needs

Will kill my soul

With all their greed

 

Now my heart sinks

My tears soon fall

My eyes avoid

The Lord of all

 

Where can I run?

Where shall I go?

Could Holy God

Still love me so?

 

Through woods I run

Till my feet fail

Against my will

A plaintive wail

 

Falls from my lips

A desperate cry

From on the ground

I face the sky

 

For though my hope

Is all but gone

I cry out now,

Searching for dawn

 

"Almighty God,

Because I'm weak,

I need you, Lord,

Won't you please speak?"

 

A gentle voice

A still, small, sound

Then sweet embrace

At last, I'm found

 

He lifts me up

And dries my tears

And He and I

Then face my fears

 

And now we run

My heart is free

For somehow, my God

Still loves me.