WHAT IS WITH THEE
As I awake each morning
My thoughts reach out to you
A joy within me singing
Jesus, I love you too
With anxious heart I hurry
There is so much to do
A dying world you’ve shown me
I’ll save it Lord for you
I charge with holy fury
Heathens scatter — it is she
With shield and armor ready
Lord aren’t you proud of me?
A more true and faithful worker
You’ll never find than me
But I haven’t felt your presence
Lord, I’m feeling so wea—ry
His words pierce through my spirit
He asks “What is with thee?”
I waited at my table
But you just rushed past me
I have so much to tell you
Plans for your good on-ly
You never stop to listen
Why won’t you talk to me?
Today I’m not so weary
And some will even say
She’s never in a hurry
You see, I’ve learned to pray.
By:
Lissette Trahan
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Your poetry is touching! God speaks through the words you write. Bless you!
Thank you for the encouragement. Many more to come.