Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Preaching to my Soul

I eat tears for breakfast
And sorrow for lunch
Grief slow cooks my evening meal
The enemy adds lies to the pot
God seems silent
And the lights have gone out

I preach to the downcast soul in me
This soul tethered to the floor
Half rebuke, half encouragement
I declare
That God is my shelter
That I lean on Him

I will open my eyes wide
And seek Him out
I will go to His house
And I will serenade Him there
All of my dreams I have placed
In the basket of His hope

Life may look bleak today
Yet I know He saves
He is my life, my joy, my rapture

So I will keep singing

(Psalm 43 paraphrased)

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