AS I WAIT

As I await my miracle,
No time span is stated,
Seemingly an endless wait,
Not knowing how it’ll manifest,
But sure to recognize it,
When I see it,
Assured that the battle is mine,
Yet right now I’m loosing blood fast,
Time in gestation is vague,
Taking of delivery certain,
Yet not specified,
Always at the knick of time,
You show,
Gift wrapped is Your exceedingly, abundantly and above.
Just as I tilt to shame,
Grace pulls me back to Your glory

YOU IN ME

I open my mouth and You speak,
I’m suppressed for You to emerge,
Searching for an answer and You hand it to me,
You teach me great things in my obedience,
I literally feel like me when You visit,
Never gone out on a limb like with the Lamb,
Amazing how You use me and I’m oblivious to it,
The Master Puppeteer,
Administering antibiotics while I don’t know I’m in need,
Healing me in my sleep,
Giving men unto me,
Yet they are clueless who sent them,
You covet me,
Transplanting me to Your courtyard,
Just so You can water me at the required hour,
Sink it into my membrane that I’m precious to You,
That You will give up bliss for even second for me, intrigues me,
Awaken Your ways in me,
Stoke me into purpose,
Cheer when I figure yet another puzzle,
As I break ranks toward You,
Where You are I intend to be,
The Holy of holies!
Feeding off the palms of Jehovah.

YOUR MERCIES I SEE

If You were to judge me on a daily,
I would fail consistently,
If You struck at the heat of all sins,
I would be without a pulse,
If You turned Your back at my every iniquity,
I would be the devils dinner,
If You prosecuted as I faltered,
I would lose every case,
If You loved me by my deeds,
I would have been Your ex,
If You left me to myself,
I would miss it repeatedly,
Thank You for blotting out my sins,
Erasing it with every morning,
I am sorry for my weaknesses,
Bless You for Your strength in me.

MY POTTER

The clay in Your hand,
In Your mind a picture rears,
Clear and concise,
Detailed to the letter,
You begin to mix and mould,
With every stroke, You perfect,
Blemishes You correct,
Unwanted elements You remove,
You compare with the image in Your minds eye,
You step back and look,
More clay,
A squirt of water,
A flaw won’t correct,
You dissolve all of it and start again,
Patiently You craft,
Almost doesn’t count,
As You saw,
As You intended,
So it shall be,
A masterpiece You purposed,
A chef-d’oeurve I’ll be.

SEARCHING FOR WHAT I ALREADY HAVE

My thoughts are truly pedestrian,
Here I am standing in Your throne room,
I can see the splendor,
Your presence is heavy in the atmosphere,
Pleading my case I intend,
My heart can be measured in tonnes,
I bleed through my eyes,
I clear my throat in a bid to start,
My chin touching my chest,
I dare to look up,
What I see puzzles me,
That radiant smile,
You seem pleased to have me before You,
I realize that what bothers me doesn’t move You,
You have had the likes of me stand before You often,
For thousand of years actually,
You say, before I prayed it, You did it,
That Your plans are beyond my challenges,
That for every travail, You had a reason,
For every heartache, You were working,
For every brick wall, You were redirecting,
Some things had to occur so I’ll seek You,
Others presented an opportunity to showcase Your supremacy,
So now all of it has brought me were You wanted me,
At Your feet,
All you want is already in your destiny, You say,
All I want is your fellowship,
Your life is perfected when we are best of friends,
Then I realized how I’d been chasing my own tail,
All I’ll ever need flows out from intimacy with You,
Thanks pal.

YOUR SILENCE

Sometimes its like You have zoned out on me,
Can hear the cricket in the alley,
but I can’t hear my greatest Ally,
I can feel Your breathe on my cheek,
My ears strain,
My being stills,
I hear only my hearts rhythm,
Your presence is a certainty,
I know Your voice well enough,
Yet You won’t verbalize,
Does there need to be words every time will frolic?
Isn’t Your silence fellowship in itself?
Its Good to know that You are here,
Enjoying just being around me,
Lovers communicating,
Word or not its comforting knowing You are near.

A PAWN IN GODS HANDS

Everyday, incessantly in many ways you try to bring me down,
It kills you to see me in sync,
Throwing anything and everything at me,
Causing temporary distractions,
Playing tricks on my mind,
Using even the closest to my core,
You are relentless,
Inventing new stuff just to get me in a rut,
Your quiver of arrows don’t faze me,
My Shield intact,
You don’t get it do you?
I belong to Someone else,
The One who turns what you meant for evil into good,
Nothing happens unless He allows it,
So I know better,
By default you work for Him to best me,
You are pawn in my Fathers hands.