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