An old poem, written March 29, 2011. Dedicated to hearts that know what it is to be mired in introspection, and the One who so faithfully redirects and expands them.
I run into the throne room
Through doors unlocked by Christ
My feet fly to my Father,
Find His presence in a trice.
And at His knee I bury
My face in plain relief
“God,” I say, releasing breath,
“Could You take care of these?”
I revel in His presence then,
Write songs of my great calm
Extol the virtues of my Lord
Who keepeth me from harm.
I prattle out my worries
Breathe in His love-embrace;
There in the shadow of His wing
I give thanks for His sweet grace.
Yet sometime in that quiet
I hear others as they speak
I raise my head to survey them:
The suffering, broken, weak.
In that moment, I perceive
That while I asked to see
My every day, my blessings
Through His love for me,
Burrowing into His arms
I’ve hid myself away;
Satiated, I forgot
To look into His face.
– A.B.L.
This post is part of a 31 day series about Loving God as an Introvert.
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