I hold You to your Word,
though I tremble and doubt
I have heard and seen.
Your Holy Spirit sings songs to my soul…
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
as quickly as the sun does rise,
I see my child growing up before
I fear instead of trust, based on what these eyes do see-
Instead I ask to be anchored,
to live and move in you joyfully.
All things, I believe.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
Lord, I have seen and heard of your faithfulness,
how you lead each
one by one
to the light,
out of darkness….
into that bright, morning sun.
I know is new each and every day.
in nature displayed.
Daily, reminding me.
Day in and day out, awaiting your hand,
as you gently unfold your intricate plan.
Will you recognize me as I
approach your Promised Land?
Weary from fighting,
yet drawn by your grace.
Walking by faith,
I long to look upon your face.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
I will remain true,
what else would I do?
Where would I go?
If my hope would not alone
be anchored in you.
But it is.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
Wings, Lord, I ask for-
wings that I might soar.
Hinds’ feet as well,
for me to climb the heights
you say are my reality.
Seated with You,
forever to be.
Oh, I ask you to let me soar-
with those wings
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Re-post: This poem was originally shared last JanuaryA Mother’s Prayer
Linking with dVerse
this mamma sure is seeking wings (and hinds’ feet too) this week!