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Still

In the bare bones
of a waking day, 
I sit.

Still. 

War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.

Still. With the Word and prayer.

Pray

The Word lies open under lamplight. 
Hands smooth out the pages.
Fingers pause on verses. 
Phrases.
Words. 
And I pray.
More than I know how.

Helpless

Meeting Him in this unknown. 
Helpless.
Hands full of questions.
Holding out
for peace.
And healing.
Somehow.

Still.

Shepherd

In the early breath of dawn
I lift my eyes
to the Lord who
sees. 
Knows.
Saves.
Shepherd of the weary lambs.
Shelter in the wind. 

Embrace

His arms hold fast the hurting. 
Wrapping sorrow and loss
in His embrace.
Tender. Sure. 
Even when they cannot see.
And light grows.
Streaming through 
the smallest window.

Still

Hope rises.
Like the sun.
With steady certainty
of Truth.
And I worship.
For He is Lord.
And King.
He is the King of glory.

Still.

Lift up your heads

“Lift up your heads, you gates,
And lift them up, you ancient doors,
That the King of glory may come in!
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of armies,
He is the King of glory.”

Psalm 24:9-10

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4 replies on “Still”

I always think of a nearby island when I read that Psalm! Asking the ONE WHO IS to rescue and protect and heal both that island and the places currently under threat.

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