A psalm of Ephraim.
Is there very much
Or even plenty to be joyous about?
Yea, I live
And yea, I have breath!
But what is joy outside of His presence?
And what is joy outside of Him?
How can I smile without Him
And how can I smile without thought of Him?
For just as a newborn baby yearns for it’s mother
So my soul yearns for His person.
Away from Him
I am a goldfish on sand
And an eagle in water:
Outside of my habitat,
Where all of my sense and senses are rendered flat.
O how I love Him,
But O how I can never love Him enough!
What can I, a limited man, do
To please a limitless God?
And what words can a man say
To the One who formulated words within his very mouth?
For my heart is in pieces
Yet He comes to puzzle them all together.
And He reads my heart
Even when I have closed its book to Him.
When I let Him fend for me,
I allow Him to mend all of me.
And when I open up all of me to Him
I let in all of Him inside of me.
He has broken me
To make use of me.
And He has use for me
And thus He has made room for me.
I had a hole in my heart
And He had the key to it.
“The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit.”
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