12 April 2017

psalm 43

psalm 43

You set me on a high place
solid, stable, sure
my feet, heart, my mind
so prone to wander fixed 
where no enemy
can move me, Your hand
open, awaiting my grasp
all else may crumble
everyone else may turn away
reject me, despise me
push me toward dismay
or faltering faith
while You wait, hand open still
to move me higher
where the air grows thin
but thick with Your presence
inhaling deeply all that is You
and all that I need

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