Speak
As I sit
In silence
The only
Thing I hear
Are harmonies
Melodies
And lyrics
Praising Your name
It’s the calm
To the restlessness
That is ever present
What you want
Isn’t something
I’ve been willing
To give you
Until my arse
Has hit the floor
You want all
Of me
Not just
The parts
That need fixing
Your not the repairmen
You’re the Heavenly Father
And all of me
Is trusting
That I can
Make amends
For the error
Of my ways
It's nice that you sit in silence at times and try to hear the whispers.
ReplyDelete~Sheri
Very insightful, Regine - surrender of 'all of me' is a life long journey, I am finding, as I am so prone to taking areas back
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Maxine