You made me
flee Egypt
In search
of a promise
Away from
slavery
Away from
fear
But with me
now are tears
Away from
comfort
Living with
doubt
Walking on
scorching drought
The army
behind me
The sea
before me
Oh, may the
fires consume me
But then
you said
“Stretch
out your hand”
Since then
My stories
never go silent
....
You gave me
words
When my
lips quivered
Away from
innocence
Embracing
harbour
You coated
me with favour
Away from
suppression
But living
with depression
My dreams
in suspension
My wounds
behind me
The famine
before me
Oh, may the
cries deafen me
But then
you said
“Stretch
out your hand”
Since then
My stories
never go silent
....
You called
me by name
I followed
you
Away from
hunger
Away from
danger
Each moment
in sweetness savoured
Away from the
shore
Into the
sea
The waves
are suddenly bigger than me
The waters
behind me
The storm
before me
Oh, may the
wind take me
But then
YOU
stretched out your hand
And so
My stories
will never be silenced.
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Written: August 19, 2009, Venus Speaks
Well put.
ReplyDeleteIt's quite a theme in the Scripture, stretching out the hand. Isaiah says, "I have stretched out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, who walk in a way not good, after their own thoughts ..." That's the grace of God.
Good one...
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