16 March 2017

psalm 16

psalm 16

and You suffered through
all that I can imagine
every tear, drizzle
or deluge
each prick of pain, jagged 
sharp and raw
You felt it, carried it
before I noticed
and You whisper low
into my cloud
“come, let’s talk about it
I’ll take that from you”
why then do I sit reluctant
almost afraid to release what I 
never needed
let it go
Your hands far more
capable than mine

1 comment:

marygems said...

Beautiful and helpful to me today.
Loving this series.
Thanks for blessing us in this way.