(By Rachel Joyce)
“Your words were found, and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear Your name, LORD God of Armies” (Jer 15:16).
As I read Your Words, believe them, and make them my own,
They settle down deep in the recesses of my soul,
Filling the empty places hollowed out
By pain, rejection, loss.
Your Word comforts and soothes my raw, ragged wounds, for You
Are my Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals. And so
Little by little, in the light of Your
Presence, I’m fully healed.
Your Word shines Truth in all my dark places, driving out
Lies that once held me down; all is disclosed now, made bare.
But shame cannot stay where grace dwells. And Your
Grace is where I abide.
Your Word gives me hope and strengthens my hands for Your work.
You’ve triumphed o’er death and the grave and I am with You
Victorious and free, empowered by Your
Strength, resident in me.
Your Word satisfies my deepest hunger and delights
Me, as Your verses reveal treasure upon treasure
Displaying Your beauty and drawing me
Ever closer to You.