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Psalm 154

In the middle of the road,
I look back and there you are.
Always are, not far.
These hands don’t hold much,
But I give them to you anyway.
Please stay. Please stay.
Hide my palm in your palm,
Keep me from the folly of knowledge
Gleaned from the fields of the world,
Which lie by the path that ends in darkness.
Overshadow me.

You make your dwelling with me,
In the middle of the road.
A fire burns at your feet,
Then a hearth, then a home, then
A place where all roads come to
To find where they will go.
That little gift is now a treasure in your hand.
You are here. Now I understand.


Psalm 153

The words have not come for a while now, I guess it so happens that sometimes one’s life is a silent movie, all black and white and shades of grey. Jesus brings colour and asks you to receive. He hears the words you don’t know how to speak.
Candi Pearson said it too, just like the psalmists of yore. I have taken liberties in reproducing her prayer here.
Words only say so much.

Lord these are just words
And are not enough
To contain You

Jesus just words
And can never suffice
To acclaim You

Father just words
And I have so few
I run out too fast
To speak them to You

Father just words
And I have so few
I run out too fast
To speak them to You

And You are indescribable
You are beyond expression
And I run out of words for You
I can’t think that high
So hear my spirit groan in me
A painful sense of urgency
To tell You that You are to me
So high