Longing for you God, body’s failing, drags me down,
Old woman used to say I wanna go home.
Panic-stricken, weary and worn,
Hot coals rise up, ignite the dread.
Depths are constantly near,
Whispering lies I don’t want to hear.
Skipping beats in my chest,
A drum of tension raises.
Sleepless nights are fitful,
Toss and turn, hot and cold.
My mouth is parched and burning,
Neck is sore, foot is numb.
Fear laughs at me,
This earthen vessel, jar of clay.
Satan crouches, lies in wait,
Sneers in the corner, deems me prayerless.
Listen to my cries,
Hear me in the night.
Lord guard me close, right hand upholds,
When you lift me, I see the shore.
Sit in silence, Holy Spirit fills,
Clear my mind, whisper your love.
Father, on your lap, hold my hand,
The hope of things to come.
In quietness and rest is my strength,
The dark is pierced by light.
Read 2 Corinthians 4:6-12
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About Myrna Folkert
Myrna is an author who desires to use her gifts to glorify God. She's created this blog to tell stories of her childhood, musings about life, motherless daughters, grief and loss, faith in God, her family history, and facts about the Long QT syndrome. She also has a hearing condition called Tinnitus. Doing interviews with motherless daughters like herself are of great interest. Join in discussions by following this blog and commenting. She would love to hear your stories about life. Myrna is a Christ follower, wife, mother, sister, friend, aunt, and cousin. She was an elementary school teacher for 27 years; now works in her church, and a few other volunteer activities such as Hospice doing "Life Reviews" and Vigils. Myrna loves to read, write, listen to music, go to concerts, and take pictures. Her favorite pastime is boating with her husband near the beautiful shores of West Michigan.
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