Tears

The Lord bids us to tears that He may wipe them
gently, softly as our Father
tenderly loving us in Jesus our Savior
fingers shaking
heart breaking
let it be done
cleaving to Jesus your Son
my only hope, prayer tonight
Jesus grant me vision to see the light.

Home

Wind whistling. There is cold outside
now there is rest inside. Calm listening.
I rush toward a future I don't even know
thinking I can control, leading with desire
rooted in demand.
Lord, I desire warmth, comfort, ease, simplicity.
These are gifts I expect you to give me.
Closed doors mean cold, frustrating anger.
Confusion, chaos, hurt, hunger.
So beautiful these gift, promised in your word to me.
To hurt fasting and praying, hoping, wondering
stir within me a force by grace let it be toward you first
Knowing that you, Father, grant us grace to lead with desire,
rooted in acceptance.