Still

Still

Father, I am hurting. It's been a long and weary night.

Fear clawed at my chest and I couldn't see a light.

I doubted and I faltered. God, I was too tired to fight,

So I cling to You and plead for You to hold me tight.

I'm small and insignificant. It's so easy to get lost.

I wander from the path You set, mindless of the cost.

My feet are torn and muddy, my heart within me caught,

But a still voice I recognize whispers what I forgot.

You took a shattered vessel and filled it with Your grace.
A chipped jar of clay, yet You took me from that place.

You lifted my trembling frame and met my broken gaze.

My empty heart is filled with hope as I glimpse Your face.

When the night comes again, and I know it will,

May my shattered heart be restored, redeemed, refilled.

You step into my messy world and command it to be still.

I rest under the gentle sun atop Your grassy hill.

March 19, 2014

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