I am reduced to a weep by the tender compassions of my creator.
Overwhelming love & detailed
consideration, for me?
I am not worthy!
Flip that switch, up goes a fast, impenetrable & confident wall,
to those who wish they knew me.
But you...
You let me ramble, you know
My strength is being strong for those weak.
You have the right words to soothe what aches.
But even then, my creator, my God..
He gently takes my own hand to dismantle the wall.
The wall to every vulnerable nerve in my body, my emotion;
Every sense, every touch.
There is no guard here except you, Jehovah.
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