January 21, 2004

My Heart Returns To You, O Lord!

My heart returns to you, O Lord,
When those fail who are around me.
I learn that you were always there
with a love that will astound me.

When trials seem to flow my way,
in waves that seem scattered, random.
I always close my eyes and drown,
and ignore your power in them.

Sinking souls with eternal needs
remain unfilled with mortal love.
Instead of God, I seek for friends,
while looking down and not above.

A heart with clouds of circumstance,
will never learn to be set free.
In truth I cling to heavy weights,
while my soul's washed out to sea.

Then in the ocean, I forget,
the earth, the sky, the warmth of land.
And sinking down, currents embrace,
passed down to weed's entangled hands.

There I dwell,
wanting death,
loneliness,
steals my breath.

Perish there,
sinful stench,
snuffed right out,
love's strong clench.

Then all the things that seemed as pain
are then revealed as chastening.
I rush to sky, to sun, to air,
lungs bursting, always hastening.

Swirling up through the murky depths,
stronger now for what'ere he brings.
Purified by almighty hands,
and bursting forth, my soul now sings,

"My heart returns to you, O Lord,
When those fail who are around me.
I learn that you were always there
with a love that will astound me."