In May, 1993 this was a verse I used in my testimony. In 2011 it was instruction to me, yet again.
There
is an obligation on my soul
To
pay You homage in my every day
When
praise is lacking I begin to shrivel
My
very tongue potsherd does become.
Yet
praise begins anew at Your summons
For
always, I begin again.
Again
to see Your presence
Blessings great
Discounted
honors in yesterday’s debris
Now
morning light calls to me
Bright
and Fair
Hot
thanks ooze out my pores
Each summer hour.
The
morning glories I have desired for years
Are
here, abundant, spreading to the roses
Lush
and green this dawn
Brought
out first flower
Not
staid blue but lilac for my joy
Yesterday
I only saw the vines’ invasion
Today
I solved that detail with dispatch of clippers
And
there – calling and singing was
First flower
As
bannisters and railings now
Draped
in verdant green
Entangled
upon each other
Before
searing sun demanded wilting.
Minor
threats and major tend
To
clog the avenues of praise
And
furnace fear demands
Wilting on my vine.
Yet
Gardener fair and gentle
Trains
my tendrils
To
bring You ever flowers
Fair delights
Bouquets of praise
Opening my body heart and soul
Divine Sunshine, help me grow.
You
spoke to me of the anemone, closed up
Tight and straining to stay shut
Now
opened eyes
see
focus askew when fear reigns high
And
thank yous end.
Come,
gentle me, again and again
That
life and love may flow
Throughout
my being
Wracked
with pain or not
Your
call remains
Steady
hand to guide through my frustrations
Eager
friend in midst of disappointment
Mighty
love overwhelming every fear
If I yet yield
Turn once again
Open my hands
Release it all to You.
By
grand design and holy
You
rearrange the pieces
Until
components black emerge
Glistening
silver, white, bejeweled
Beyond
my hopes.
So
here in wonder
That
You may have Your perfect way
In
this one yielded woman.
The
sun, soil and rain
Impact the seedlings
And growing robust, lush
They praise Creator
Every
leaf, root and sepal
Develop
to the glory of His praise.
A
sacrifice, yes it is
When
everything in me wails
Unfair,
why me, not again
One
thing after another
Until
my strong lament is folded
In upon itself
Diming
sun, extinguished moon
Fog
of despair
No
purpose for coping.
I
am undone by Your love
As
You disarm me
With patient kindness
Understanding
my struggle
Extending
Your strong arm
For
me to rest upon
And
resting, I can reframe
Drawing
strength for the journey
Proper
locus readjusted for
Eternity of praise to Your Glory.
PS
50:15 and call upon Me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall
glorify Me
PS
50:23 He who brings thanksgiving as his sacrifice honors Me; to him who orders
his way aright I will show the salvation of God!"
Awesome..
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