Sing a new song

Every once in a while, I think about the past. Moments of quiet desperation leading to months and years with no answers. I remember all too clearly where I came from.

I do not doubt the presence of a creator. Not with everything we have been through. I believe in the power of the One who has to break and change me. I believe in the heart of the One who weeps for us, and delivers us when we are downcast and defeated.

I found these lines, i had scribbled in a notebook years ago. It brings back memories.

I carry my song with a heavy heart,
A tale of two strangers who would never part.
Promises of spending a lifetime together,
A lifetime of hopes and dreams built forever.

Drag myself out of my stupor,
Tell myself to hope in vain,
How long can I?
Wake up each day to unanswered prayers,
Weep, still not complete.

I tell myself to perfect my smile,
Stare back at the world through glazed brown eyes.

Wake up and it's the same old day,
Maybe tommorrow the bird will sing a different song.
Someone once told me that, 'You know that your Jesus is like Santa Claus, right? He's not real'.

Maybe, I can't prove the existence of Christ in worldly terms. But, I have known, experienced and felt the healing touch of our living God.

I waited patiently for the LORD;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
He set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.

He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God. - Psalms 40

I will sing, sing a new song.

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