random inner thoughts

For Kevan and Becky and Lydia and Sharon, and all my other friends who are hurting and struggling through these days:

Psalm 56:8

I can't bear your burden.
I can't carry your pain.
But my heart still hurts for you
and cries out just the same.

Feelings I may never know,
Fears I cannot see,
I learn to give a warm embrace
And give you some reprieve.

The Spirit brings your name to mind
Again I kneel in prayer.
I cannot find the words to say.
Lord, let them feel You there.

You have a record of my tears.
You know my sundry thoughts.
Is the sea your bottle?
The sand its stopper?
The wanderings my many thoughts?

Laughter is like medicine.
To you once again I cry.
Restore my broken spirit;
Help my soul to fly.

He is...
I am...
and the fillers list grows long.
When circumstances chill my soul
God's faithful to bring song.

Comments

Lydia said…

Thank you for thinking of me. That was beautiful:)

October 8, 2010 at 11:08 PM

Lydia said…

Thank you for thinking of me. That was beautiful:)

October 8, 2010 at 11:09 PM

Becky said…

This is beautiful, Monica!! thank you for sharing it with us...

October 11, 2010 at 2:27 PM

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