I wrote this poem almost two years ago. I came back to it, amazed at the depth displayed in the words, and I know: I did NOT write this. Holy Spirit(who I hope to come to know better in the near future) rose up in my heart and flowed through my fingers to bring this poem to life. I am amazed…and saddened, because I haven't given Him the freedom in my life to write like this through me in a very long time. anyways, this poem blessed me anew today, and I hope it brings comfort to someone else who is going through something similar.
Romans 8:26-27
I have no words,
my God, I'm so weary.
and though I can't speak,
Oh Father, please hear me.
my Jesus, defender, my holy protector,
my confidant and intercessor,
hear my sighs and speak for me,
my groans, and intercede for me.
lover of my soul, you know me through and through,
heart of my heart, you are the God who sees.
and though I don't know what to say to you,
you speak my heart's language and answer me.
beautiful mercy, incline to my wordless cry.
dear friend, translate my unspeakable prayers.
Holy Spirit, surround my heart,
and quiet my innermost fears.
-11/21/2010
