Storm

Undress my words of any selfish meaning,

And leave them bare, trembling and raw.

Don’t be persuaded even by their feeling,

Act because You’re kind, Your goodness is law.

 

I’m out of tune - all my notes in discord,

My spirit is all bones and skin,

I’m using faith I can’t afford,

Rescue me now for I’m Your kin!

 

Waiting for You makes me look like a fool,

Let them be reasonable with all their facts!

I’m daft enough to use their stones as fuel,

Distrusting the ‘wisdom’ the enemy enacts.

 

Let them be loud, I’ve learned Your voice,

I don’t have much, but I have hope,

Stop enumerating options, I know my choice,

Laugh away while in darkness for my God I grope.

 

My heart is strong, Lord, You’ve built it with Your hands.

I might not walk out of this storm intact,

But that which You make always stands,

I don’t know much, but that’s a fact.

 by Cristina Pop