PSALM

 

Oh my Lord, Your love overwhelms me,

My spirit soars in the sunshine of Your Love,

I bask like a seal in the sun,

In this love You pour out upon me.

 

My frailty causes me to fear its loss,

Yet You assure me this can never happen.

I cannot cause You to stop loving me,

Though I can cause You pain.

 

You are so much greater than my mind can comprehend,

So much more than my soul can contain.

I feel as though I have just begun to live

And yet, in my heart of hearts, I know You were always here.



How I longed in my youth to belong to You.

How I strived to hear the whisper of Your voice.

In my striving I failed to hear the gentle promise;

"You belong in My love, now and forever."

 

Fear tempts me with the loss of Your love,

It tries me with my doubts and failings.

Your Advocate stands firm for me,

And hides me in His strength and glory.

 

Oh that those in pain could see this Love!

That the weary might know Your perfect rest.

I tentatively plant Your seeds,

And trust You for the germination.

 

You take my paltry human love,

And wed it with Your own.

You let me be Your hands and feet,

And bless me for the privilege.

 

Oh Lord, when I contemplate Your majesty,

And realise You care for me,

That You want to know my love,

My heart swells within me.

 

 

If I could sing, I would serenade You.

If compose, I would write great songs for You.

All I can give You is my love and every part of me,

These are Yours already, but You accept my gift – And smile.

 

© 21/4/96

 

 

                                       DOUBTS

 

The Father says, "Just hold on tight,

My Way I’ll gladly show.

If you would only just be quiet,

Stop telling me you know."

 

I "know" I’ve let my Father down,

And caused Him much distress.

I "know" that I’ve caused Him to frown,

I’m in a kind of mess.

 

 

I need to stop and trust in Him,

Hear what He has to say.

Not try to work it on my own,

But let Him have His way.

 

I need to hold on to His love,

His power to forgive.

Accept that with this self-same love,

He died that I might live.

 

I fear my progress far too slow,

Expect that I displease.

Remember what I used to know;

He looks with love at me.

 

He looks at me not to condemn,

Nor seeking fault to find.

But if with prayer my days I hem,

My life with love He’ll bind.

 

He looks at us the whole day through,

Because He loves us so.

And that is true for me and you

No matter where we go.

 

© 3/5/96