Heavy Hearted Tonight

Reading a Facebook status of someone got me thinking. It is hard to wait. Patience is hard. I feel a bit of heartache, my own and others. I fell like I am a character is this poem I wrote a while back:

For the Broken

Poet, touch every hand.

Drop down every weight.

Lift every burden.

On the lead-lined highway

brokenness calls out;

desperate cries,

subtle sighs,

and pleading groans pour forth.

At the foot of the mountain

I hear the strong, quiet voice of God whisper,

“You are mine; I am not finished with you.

Take heart and be courageous.”

I walk, my head held higher.

My steps are planted more firmly.

In desperate moments

people are hurting.

“Be my voice.

Be my light.

Be my hands.

Be my comfort.

Be my vessel of grace.

Give them my Living Water.”

Written May 25, 2004

I feel a sadness, a mourning. I need your help, Jesus.

Lamentations 3:22-26
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.

They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him."

The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,
to the one who seeks him;

it is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the LORD.

I end this on a more hopeful note that all is not bleak, Jesus is for me.

Psalm 37:23-27
If the LORD delights in a man's way,
he makes his steps firm;

though he stumble, he will not fall,
for the LORD upholds him with his hand.

I was young and now I am old,
yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken
or their children begging bread.

They are always generous and lend freely;
their children will be blessed.

Turn from evil and do good;
then you will dwell in the land forever.

Philippians 1:6
being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.