[a prayer]
No dust or hills change the weight of our scales
But who has measured Your Spirit?
You are who taught us I am
We are idol casters forming shaky foundations
So-called smiths of our own image
Our tears pool like drops in a bucket
How can we abide in you O God?
Our branch is dry, no vine to hold it
You fan our flame
The gift you have given so freely
We are prisoners yes
Held fast with a spirit of power, love, self-control
But longing naught for today's treasures
We will cling to your promises
Will we abide in Your miraculous embrace?
Your children need their King
On our knees we call for Your merciful grace.
Suffering and longing bid us adieu
But still they linger?
I who am a prisoner of His mercy
Stand fast to helm, longing for refuge in the storm
[summary]
These thoughts rest on my heart tonight. So much is changing and uncertain in this day and age. It may not seem like it, but our prayer is a grim one. My heart longs for the day we can be reunited on the other side of the door where we have always looked from the outside. Until then, I will hope and live the mission I have been called to live even when the world crashes down. I am not hopeless or despairing, but am asking the questions that reinforce my faith in something bigger than myself. Much love to all who have read, my prayer goes out to all.
God Bless,
Ethan
