(By Rachel Joyce)
Like most days, today was a mix
Of good and hard, with sadness
Seeping in around the edges
Suffusing the whole,
Like smoke from the campfire
Drifting towards me
Filling my lungs
No matter where I move
To get away.
I lift my hands in surrender,
Letting go and giving all to God.
Eyes on Him, His approval
My only standard and desire.
Yet the tears still fall,
The wounds still ache
And I press in, leaning
All my weakness on Your
Great strength.
Your tender love is all I have.
Your acceptance holds me steady
Despite the harsh winds
And lashing rain threatening
To undo me. I rest
In Your faithfulness
And steadfast love.
I will not be moved - I hold tight
To You.