Wednesday, November 8, 2006
When I Kneel
the touch of a hand on my shoulder,
when I can see nobody there;
the warmth of an arm holding me close,
so I know that He still cares.
I've had my time to wander and search,
He has let me hide and doubt;
but when the trauma comes, and the grief,
He knows I never kicked him out.
He understands I refuse to return
to the church and what they preach,
but as long as I acknowledge Him in my own way
I can receive what He needs to teach.
when I go to bed at night
and miss feeling her body close,
I know that she--through His loving touch
will never let me go.
and when I stagger through the halls
with my bags heavy on my back,
I know that They are helping me bear the weight,
whispering to keep me on track.
when I get lost in the fog
that shrouds this plane in fear,
when I yearn for blindness in His Sight,
and for darkness to come near,
He is keeping close company,
keeping close but letting me flail.
and when I remember that I need to live,
He's there to light the trail.
He will help me when I ask,
when I humbly bow my head---
for I never do stand so tall
than when I kneel instead.