This Gift in My Heart

How can I fulfill what I hold close–

to be true to thineself first?

I must hold on to His promises–

His plans for good and not evil.

If I diligently seek Him,

He gives me the desires of my heart.

He hears my cry.

He feels the longing in my tears.

How do I seek Him and praise Him

when my hands are tied?

I learn of Him in His word.

Shall that suffice?

No church home to call my own,

to serve and grow

This also is the emptiness that mourns my soul.

The expression of words heals the ache of despair.

I proudly declare–Thank you, Lord for

bestowing this gift in my heart.

Advertisements