Waiting,
waiting upon the Voice
that works my day into His glory;
learning to lay down distractions
so today’s book
created to hold my thoughts and actions,
have meaning for my eternity.
A book,
a story for just today,
records my tremble
as He enters to speak
and move out darkness,
for His color to be added.
How can my being stand still;
how can I stop the sway
that illuminates His force as He works.
All the work I have done to be good,
all the work I made for His entrance
is found vanishing
as His Love breaths real
for the exchange of surrender.
Setting my eyes to watch You transform
old for new
as chains turn from iron locks
to dissolving grains of nothing.
What I thought I could gain for my own works
only show self in employment
to You,
not the handiwork of Your production.
Duty loses,
Your work I gain.
I wait as Your work shows itself
in the making of a masterpiece
to the heart of Your pleasures.
I surrender my opinion of me
for Your opinion that speaks of how far,
how wide,
how immeasurable
Your love goes to paint a bride
for the Son who paid such a high price
to satisfy His desire for me.
What lives for the record in heaven’s house
is how I gave in,
how I counted all my work as loss,
how I sounded the Name
that echoes the mighty work
it brought,
not my own.
How You came to all my cries,
how You lifted my life
as Your heart was given to me
for my weak heart.
How You came to quench
the burning desire I had
with Your plan
as I laid down my own.
I can say with excitement
…here I am!
I chose to lose my life for You
that I be saved.
Love that has risen in my emotions,
indicate You sing as You work.
Spreading cheer to the steps I dance,
I continue to giggle at myself
as well as with Your funny ways.
For I know not how to reign
but I learn to follow the Lamb
that also waited upon Your Voice,
as You, Poppa,
reign in me.
Jesus, I hold onto the prayers
You have made for me
as I listen.
Father is for me.
