Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Broken Words to God

Jesus, I'm overwhelmed and overloaded
With weights of thoughts and shoulds and oughts
Today and tomorrow and the next day
My heart was distantly straying
I know You saw
My lips were babbling to someone else
I know You heard
I'm having a hard time
I'm tired inside of trying
I've been burdened all day
With 'oops, I'm doing it again'
But I don't want to exert the effort to stop
And if I did what good, what difference
Would it make? I'll never be perfect
I'll never live up to the standard
Having what it takes
I know You're on the throne
In unapproachable light
But aren't You here with me too?
Thinking of holding Jesus' hand
Before Your throne
And remembering You reconciled...
And then my thoughts drag me off
And time slips from between my fingers
Gone. And over.
And the thing I look forward to most
Is so tenuous, so shaky
It may not come at all
And I've wasted so much joy
And I don't want to waste my life
And it's not my life, I know
But if it is really Yours I wish
It would look different
I'm having a hard time
Being perfect, God
I'm having a hard time
Living
I don't see victory
And I need You
Help me approach You...
The Throne of Grace
The Great High Priest
There's too too much to think about
Please swallow me up like a full moon
Swallows up the night in its glowing eyes
Swallow me like the ocean
Swallows raindrops and ocean liners
Oh God, You're big enough!
No matter what I doubt
And no matter what I fear about myself
And no matter what I try to figure out
I'll keep on believing that You're the
Faithful and the True
I can't pray enough
Can't love enough
Can't read enough
Can't do enough
Can't stay awake enough
But You are my Enough
Here I am God
Love me.
I really wanna see You
High and Lifted Up
I really wanna be free
I'm really tired of this mess
And the clouds inside my head and heart
I really wanna get set
Get ready, Go, run the race
Without the chains
Be confident
In Your tender mercies
And Your real Holiness and High-Upness
Oh Jesus, mediate
Like I haven't seen yet
Oh God my Father, recieve me
As I've heard You have
Repair the broken wreckage
Help me not to matter to myself
Swallow me up in Your
Majesty

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cass I love that poem. It is just what I have been feeling lately. I love you, and have been praying for you. Thanks for praying with me on Sunday it really helped. :) Gracie

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!
~Bailey~