What do I do when you are silent...
when my own voice is what I hear
and the enemy gives suggestions on what matters most?
like a rugged sword cutting in deep...dividing flesh into two
I lose my breath in wonder...When your mouth utters no word
and all I have is what you last said.
What do i do when you're not at our meeting place,
when I call on you and you remain silent
and the winds leave me dry and deeply thirsting?
You know your words comfort me...and your voice strengthens me,
but your silence kills me...and my mind yells confusion without ceasing;
the enemy throws at me doubt and fear-filled thoughts;
My own voice destroys me...Lord, I just wanna hear yours:
just a tender whisper...or the sound of your breath
will keep me alive...it's enough to quiet my own voice
and to keep my thoughts upright.
It's like I'm walking in a barren land,
thirst and hunger overwhelming my being.
My soul thirsts for just a droplet of your words...your hand on my shoulder will do.
A moment in your arms will change it all...
one word from your mouth will change my life.
So I wait until you speak...for I will not walk any further without your touch.
Even though all seems so still,...in you I trust....for I know you'll come.
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