Desperately....

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain.

Yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please.

It hurts so much.

I could use a crutch.

Would You be my cane?

I have been so lame.

I'm so tired of the game.

Oh desperately, on bended knees.

I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Oh, let me be.

Let it cease.

Hear my prayer.

I know You care.

Oh, to You I bare.

This hurt is not rare.

Lord, please, please, please.

Help me see.

I feel Your touch.

Your word, I clutch.

Oh desperately, on bended knees, I cry to Thee.

Lord, please, please, please.

Take away my pain, yes, my shame.

Let it cease.

Oh, let me be.

Lord, please, please, please,

 hear my prayer.

Oh desperately, please child, hear Me.

You are on My knees.

I've cried with Thee.

Child, please, please, please.

I have felt your pain.

And you have no more shame.

Yes, no one to blame.

If you will let it cease.

Yes, let yourself be.

Child, please, please, please.

At last you'll fly free.

Because desperately, I have loved thee.

Yes, on bended knees, I have waited patiently.

Night Wrestling!!!!

You toss and you turn.

Trying to understand, hoping to learn.

You ache and you burn.

Oh, how your stomach churns.

I am here.

Oh, so near.

I've captured every tear.

Dispersing all your fears.

You are not queer.

You are Oh, so dear.

Up and down, round and round.

Trembling, like you are being chased by a hound.

Pacing, with your heart racing.

Inside and out, have no doubt.

I have worked it all out.

No need to pout or shout.

You have won, every bout.

I know your heart. I created every part.

Every day, My love will overcome every dart.

You zig and you zag.

Go ahead, throw down a flag.

Get mad.

It will not change one tiny tittle of My love.

No, not even when you think you nag.

Every day and every night,

you ask, why, what, who, and where.

Doesn't anybody see or care?

You plead, you cry, you shout.

Lord have we had a falling out?

Tick, tock, all I can hear, is me and the clock.

Will this ever end?

Will this boat dock?

Oh! maybe my heart's door has a lock.

I think I heard a knock.

Is it You? Is it me?

If not! Then who?

This can't be!

Lord is it me?

I feel like it's me.

I think it is me.

My child be still and listen!

In this plan it is you and Me.

Know you are free!

I have been trying to answer your question.

It takes time to learn a lesson.

You feel cursed with an obsession.

No, My child, you are being saturated with a blessing.

All this confessing, can sometimes feel so depressing.

My child, there is healing in this night wrestling.



Touche!!!!

There are times when I am in the middle of a fray.

My mind will kick and bray.

Yes, it will stray.

But through it all, Oh Lord, it is with You I will stay.

Take that devil, ha ha, touche.

Yes, sometimes I still hurt.

And I am in a big heap, laying in the dirt.

Then Your music plays,

and my heart shouts, yay.

For I love to dance and sing.

Yes, for You my God,

I will prance to every sweet tink, and ding.

Shout for joy. Oh, boy.

No matter how much I cry,

or how covered am I.

I could be a huge walking mud pie.

You could even call me pig sty.

Still, I am a most loved,

 and most beautiful pearl, to my Guy.

Wow, have I learned.

This battle is already won.

You can run your tongue.

Your days, are done.

He, he, thank You God,

for my tenacious mind.

He tried to keep it in a bind.

But You knew I would unwind.

So sweet and kind.

I believe. Oh, I know.

My life, I pray will always show.

I am in Your row.

Ho, Ho!!

Work Order!!!!

Tell them I will not yield.

  My decision can not be appealed.

  Send the message to the field.

  The rows must be tilled.

  My sword will be wield.

  Death will be killed.

  My decision has been sealed.

  My Son was lashed, so you would be healed.



Setting Sail....

I am the real McCoy.

 Not a wanna be decoy.

 Or a boxed up toy.

You are My vessel, Ahoy.

Prepare for the voyage, oh, boy.

 Come set sail with Me.

 There is plenty of poi.

 Later on we will dine on rice, saturated in soy.

 I have a special place for you.

 It is filled with lovely, koi.

 It will bring you great joy.

 Every place we go,

 I will get us there, blow, by blow.

 And row, by row.

 We will navigate by the shine of My glow.

  Just follow My flow.

 But keep your head low.

 You and I are not far apart.

  We have the same heart.

  Just keep your eyes open, for every fiery dart.

 And listen for the harp.



Time!!!!

Time is tick tocking.

 The trumpets are sounding. 

 Everyone is flocking.

 The boat is docking.

 Quell the mocking and the talking.

 The waves are rocking.

 Can you hear the balking?

See the gawking?

This is no time for walking.

 Run, Run, the doors are locking.

The vendors are still hawking.

Here comes the rain, don't stop caulking..



Healing Promise....

I know how hard you have been hit.

But this is not something, you can quit.

And it is not the time for a fit.

This you will get.

You are not at the end.

No, not even close, Not one whit.

It is so dark, down in that pit.

Your way out is lit.

Come and sit with Me for a bit.

All your rips and tears, I am here to knit.

Just remember, whenever you fall, to land in My mitt.

My love does not come in a boxed up kit.

But it is faithful and eternal,

 and you are My most precious stone.

This is My writ.