poem: heartcry

This is the view I had each morning at the Life Action camp as I met with a small handful of guys on the dock to pray. We enjoyed deep seekings after God’s face, as well as deep heartcries for the lost and for our own souls. Not for any other reason than Christ fulfilling His promise that where two or more gather, He would be with them.

The following is a deviation from my typical wording style, but I hope the meaning still comes across.

Lord I tasted of Your blessings,

And the Mercies that You show,

Every breath another reason,

Your paternal care to know

My body knows not hunger,

But longs for lasting food,

My heart, oh Lord, is restless,

Till it finds its all in You.

~

I’ve heard the world’s loud singing

I’ve drawn distractions near

Ten thousand fleshly voices

Ever falling on my ears

But Your graciousness compells me

To lay aside the noise,

Lord, I would my heart was pounding,

To hear my Lover’s voice.

~

Lord I’ve drunken myself empty

Of earth’s distasteful wines

I’ve hard-sought earthly milk

And ended feeding swine

Yet Your faithfulness e’er offers

The sweetest without price

Like fleeing deer I’m panting,

And Your streams alone suffice.

~

Lord, my soul’s supreme Belovéd,

Your Son, no sinning knew

His heart ne’er once went straying,

 For He was satisfied in You

Now His Spirit is within us,

So on Your name I call,

Lord, so show to us Your fulness

That we seek in You our all.

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