Saturday, April 30, 2011

The interim my Lord, doesn't seem to end
And now my patience is wearing
Make haste and grant me Your purpose for me
Just let me do what You sent me to do

What is it that You want me to do Lord?
I hesitate to ask You because I fear that I shall not hear Your reply
But now that I've asked You, please speak with me 
For I'm lost in thought, the folds on my brain are symbolic
Of a tortuous path that keeps me away from my goal
My goal which is You and Your purpose for me
The latter I shall receive only if I loose my self in You
Only if I loose my self in You shall I find myself

The bigger plans are not mine to see
But it would help Lord, if I could see the bigger picture
The bits and pieces that are visible to me
Are like a jigsaw that I struggle to assemble
And now my rationality has yielded
Now I fail to  see even the smaller frames
For so long I have held on to so many things 
For so long I have held myself together
But now Lord, I let go, for I can hold no longer

The soul is where is the body is, for who has been able to separate
Fragrance from a flower and innocence from a child
So if my body is in this world, then how can I not be of this world
It would be easier for me to be in you and of you
Or it would be easier for me to be in the world and of the world
But I cannot be in the world and of You
When I try to, I am blanched
Your love is warm and You pour this warmth on me
But before the warmth of Your love reaches my core
The world and its distractions they pull me away
The world is so cold and so distant
This icy coldness doesn't let Your love reach me
Hence I am blanched 

Worldly excellence doesn't hold meaning any longer
But I play devil's advocate, lest it is not the wisdom but the foolishness in me that may be speaking 
So does unwillingness to sow in the fields imply sinfulness
For work is worship and so if I refuse to find joy in my work 
Then I reject You my Lord
Am I right then and more so if I say that the work that I find no joy in is not my work
For my work as I understand  it, is Your purpose for me
So are you saying, that humbly doing what doesn't bring me satisfaction, is Your purpose for me
For Your purpose for me is obedience to Your will
And Your will for me is to be even more patient than I was all this while...




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