I looked down at my hands
and found them empty,
though I’d prayed
and prayed
and prayed
for something good.
And I wondered if
the God of Heaven heard me,
for why would he not bless me
if he could?
I listened to the rhythm
of my heartbeat
as I strove
and strove
and strove
to earn this gift.
Then the God of Heaven
looked upon my striving
and said, “Child,
you weren’t meant to live like this.”
”But how, then, should I live?”
I asked the Father
“For I’m longing
longing
longing
and it aches.
My heart is growing restless
and I’m tired.
I’ve forgotten what it is
to taste your grace.”
“Dear child” said the Father
softly, gently,
“Take heart
take heart
take heart,
lift up your face.
There’s mercy in the dawn
of every sunrise.
The very air you breathe
is filled with grace.
My daughter, do you not
believe I’m faithful
to be good
be good
be good
despite your pain?
Never once have I
caused needless turmoil.
Not one painful moment
will I waste.
So rest under my hand
and stop your striving.
Be still
be still
be still
and trust my heart.
I only give sweet blessings
to my children.
No truly good thing
will I withhold.
Remember now the song
of your redemption.
My love
my love
my love
was sealed by death.
Fear not because your hands
feel barren and empty.
I died that I might fill them
with myself.”
Oh, Father would you help me
to be faithful?
I am fragile
fragile
fragile,
but you’re not.
Let me trust that there is purpose
in this waiting.
When I’m weary, please remind me
of the cross.
Oh God, I will hold firmly
to your promise.
You are faithful
faithful
faithful,
come what may.
And I believe you only
act in kindness.
Your withholding is
a precious means of grace.
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