Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine
own understanding. Proverbs 3:5 KJV
In my most tragic moments,
When all I see,
Is unforgivable failure;
When I feel least,
Among all men –
You are there.
When I’ve done all the right,
That I know to do,
With my best ability,
And still things fail –
I hear You call.
When man labels my ways,
Calling me wicked,
Even in righteousness,
When I want to lay down,
When I want to quit –
You smile and nod “go on.”
In my smallest failures,
And grandest dreams,
I feel the conviction of life,
Pulling me down,
Taunting me to give up –
But you pull me into Your lap,
To rest.
Why Lord,
With this ever failing vessel,
Would you lead me on,
In tender love,
As an untiring parent,
Choreographing hope.
You knew me before time was,
You saw me in my Mother’s womb,
You knew my success,
You shared the joy,
You saw my guilt,
Yet held me close,
Even though you knew,
What was to come.
My child,
Frail and humble,
I see the heart inside,
Chained and fenced,
Tender, vulnerable.
Look past the vessel,
Surrounding the soul,
Molded dust,
Easily blown,
Easily moved,
Tempted.
Inside lies My Word,
Ready to birth,
The promises made,
Right next to My Spirit,
My seed planted there.
You were created for Me,
The child of My love,
No mistake, not unwanted,
As some say to believe.
You’re the child of My chamber,
Fragrant oils,
Sweet savor,
Rising to Heaven.
I wait for you in the night,
I watch for you in the day,
I’m as close as you will hold Me,
Or as far as you should say.
Child of My desire,
Precious one at My feet,
Rest with Me,
All the days of our life.
Written 6/24/1998
Linda J. Humes 