Abba, all right here
I sit weak. I cannot fly
away from pain within
begging my mouth open–
I remember the surrender
You did for me that I may call
Your name. I tell again how I
cannot do this, help myself.
Silence. An opening ear, heaven
listening to my plea, love you say
I cannot lose, in lack this peace
abounds. My need for you, Abba,
is wide like a lake, rushing quick
as you, the Word, I restore all the locusts
have eaten with new food, praises to Me,
the one and only God, setting your heels
back in wonder at how personal I am.
Wait for Me, your hope to arrive. I will be
right on time. Obsolete, you are not. I
have hedged you into My side,
continuously holding your right hand.
Conversations may seem one-sided, but I
am speaking love, pulling heaven &
Earth to show you how precious
you’ve always been. From the beginning,
you beloved, have brought delight to My
Oh, the thought of you alone, a
longing I dare never withhold.
To be by your side, hear you sing,
oh it might hope rising to the ear
drum, to the starfish in the sea
below, to the angels surrounding
My throne. Something changed,
the sickness in your bone makes
you question: how is between us?
You fear, I must have done wrong.
He’s mad. I am love, My child. Patient,
kind, long suffering. I am
awakening you to who I am-be still &
know I am, God. Abba. Yahweh.
Emmanuel. I have not forgotten you, you
are a treasure, a diadem.
First song, always that I sing is not
a mourner’s, but the one reminding: I am
in your midst,
the One mighty enough to save you,
fighting for you, so keep singing My
name: Jesus, you are
beautiful, hiding me under your wing,
with healing less like scars.
Come, my friend, tell me I do not
need be afraid, because I am. Control’s
never been mine, but
I’d like believe maybe there’s a
loving God, ever watching the sparrow &
yet mindful my dusty frame; without the
picture in my mind of thinking Your
scold, of course this is just one more
you need Me prove to you! You are
breathing every minute aren’t you?
You say I can dream of going home
though I tremble with all my
wrong, shame I’ve done you wrong.
Loving you, You say, I made knowing
intimately, exempts the pressure to try to
return what I
give you, love you cannot understand.
What do I know, but
grasping, grasping to be less person &
stand on my own. Strangers come beside,
me they know this struggle of
proud, a kindness I want hold.
When it was over, a glimpse of
beauty I turn, turn, turn–