Hello, friends!
I wrote this poem after reading Psalm 103, specifically verse 14. I guess this is my shoutout across the centuries to David.:)
walk with me, Father, for
I don’t know well this road I’m on.
You alone know how many times I’ve begged
for deportation,
for transplant,
for rescue…from what?
a rescue from Your will?
You know my frame, my Builder.
You know that this atmosphere
should have crushed me long ago…and yet…
Your breath in my gasping lungs is
the only oxygen I need to survive
in this world that’s so foreign to
this blood-washed soul…
so I plead,
not for rescue,
nor for transplant,
nor for deportation, but for
more of You within me.
melt my inward dross with Your holy flame,
and weld this identity to Your name until
I know
I am nothing without You,
and all that I need is within You.
This is beautiful! I love the imagery! 😄
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Thank you, Brittney! I’m so glad! The imagery was so fun to write. ❤
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