SSSSSSHHHHH!!
Sometimes Oh Lord,
All I need is a quiet moment with You,
To quieten my mind,
To quit thinking bout me and mine,
To concentrate on You and Yours,
For beyond myself and my selfish desires,
Lies a longing to live to love the purposes
For which Christ left the Heavens.
This is one such quiet moment.
I sinned once again and I’m to blame,
Embarrassed and filled with shame,
I can’t even look into my Saviour’s face.
Like a campaign poster that’s been defaced,
I just wanna hide my face,
And attempt to save face,
Forget the disgrace,
Of being open to sin like a shoe with no lace.
But the shame I can’t chase,
For I know this wasn’t and won’t be the last case,
Brought up by my faceless accuser,
As he calls me a looser.
For there is a note I was given,
Into my hand it was delivered,
The message on it,
Crushed my heart and destroyed my liver,
Well I’ll be damned!!
The tears in my heart well dammed.
The message one word and underlined for effect-
REJECT!
A man with such defect!
Not one of the elect!
Not worthy to select!
And the note, what of it?
I stuffed it into my back pocket.
Now every so often,
I fish into my back pocket for it,
And re-read “REJECT!”
And the pain if re-succeeds to re-inflict!
It hurts!
And I truly and utterly
Hate the fact I hurt.
How I wish I could switch it all off,
And leave it all off.
But being that I can’t shut it off,
I have often resolved to seek to stash it in the cellar of my mind.
Away from all active places,
Lest it be brought to the forefront of my thought!
Like dust kicked up,
From a pile of rags picked up,
Causing me to cough, shake and convulse from the chest up!
This is truly foolish,
I’m fed up!
Can’t lift myself up
And over this dark cloud.
It’s impossible for I like raising the dead up.
And maybe that’s the point...
That when it only makes sense to give up,
Then the Perfect One lifts up,
Like an elevator when time’s tough.
Thus though I truly and utterly,
Hate the fact I hurt,
I'm happy to have Him,
Who holds and cradles my heart.
For how insignificant I am!
How thoroughly useless is man,
In comparison to our God.
For he stretches out time like a rubber band,
And blows up the universe like Big G bubble gum.
For by His breath it was inflated.
All this is too much to bear,
My mind is too little to stare,
Into Him.
Life’s glory had my ego inflated,
But creation’s reality had me promptly deflated,
Promptly cut down to size,
And I cannot deny,
That I am an object of insignificance...
But he treats me as significant.
Thus Lord I’m working on trusting Your timing,
So that rather than sitting and sulking and whining,
I praise You in days You work till the perfect timing.
Even in times when,
I seem to be marking time,
1 second... 2 seconds... 3 seconds... mine,
I trust the time You see with Your divine eye,
Perceiving past, present and future in line,
Blessing without stressing and withholding no fly thing,
I'm subject to Your goodness and love,
I'm subject to You my King.
