Prodigal

Alone, I dream of the sun.
I can­not feel its warmth
when you are not near.

My heart flut­ters–
your ban­ner torn by the wind.
My storm rages in the darkness.

Only you can light my way,
calm­ing the gale,
silenc­ing the howl­ing doubt.
The dark­ness flees,
pur­sued by your Brilliance.

Blind, I call your Name.
My feet have lost their way.
Cruel rocks run red.

My lips taste
the Blood of your devo­tion.
Emptiness burns within me.

You alone fill my soul,
heal­ing the wounds,
tak­ing my stripes.
You carry my bur­den,
lift­ing my brow.

Why have I left your side,
dim­ming my sight?
You are a res­olute Rock, immo­bile.
Faithfulness eludes me.

Lead me into the light.

Warm my soul so I will know
a child’s com­fort again.

Crush my fear so that
I will never stray.

Fill me with undy­ing love.

Tagged as: fear, God, healing