Don’t forget his love–
O soul, I hear you
if I am dust already
crushed by every no?
How much longer will
my hopes be dashed,
sulky with truth under tongue?
My only hope I’ve got is you, Jesus.
Prince of peace, said to give the
weary strength, down in this valley.
I can no longer dream a fantasy
where I am independent your
marvelous light. Please, take
my hand, nothing more I have, let me
hold an unwavering anchor of hope;
my night song has filled, dulled
my blues, where I’ve heard as sure
as the sun, I must look up expecting
I can’t outrun your love. You will sing
me sweetest songs of deliverance
out of fear, anxiety, sadness, loss
because you are my portion & my
strength forever. My friend,
comforter, who swears he will take
me, broken, proclaiming this crippled
girl, beautiful. Show me how love
broke through shame, how I am
always with you, tightly held.
May the words I speak now,
come before you, Lord.
Hear my cry, let me stand
on your promises true,
love never fails.
You will come through,
some way, some how,
my heart will rejoice now
inside the weighty sorrow.
You are my rock of habituation
I shall place my hope, knowing
Yahweh’s whispers hold still:
My child, I am with you now.