Reaching out

 

Whisper me into hope now that the storm has abated,

Maybe I’ll hear Your words uncontaminated,

I’ll try not to twist them to mean what I crave,

I know that would be easier, but I will be brave.

I won’t nitpick at promises just to excuse my unbelief,

Nor distract myself from memories just to find relief.

I can’t promise You no fear, just that it won’t stop me,

That even as I’ll scheme to hide, I’ll come before You willingly.

Just strengthen the pillars of my clay,

I know at Your word it will mold and obey.

Just decree me whole and I’ll forget where I’m torn,

Just sing me Home and I’ll forget to mourn… 

I know Your voice.

 

by Cristina Pop