a small lament.

oh, Jesus.
this is where I run to you, 
to your arms,
when my soul is heavy,
and my heart is tight.
I reflect on Your promise
that I am so complete in You
amidst my weakness,
Your power is so perfect.
Why does it seem, Father,
my foes win and win
and I sit here wallowing?
i am quieted.
Lord Jesus, You know me,
you. know. me.
Rest arrives.
Nothing of my own can I bring,
only to the cross can i cling.
You sing over me
with rejoicing and singing,
I will fix my gaze on You.
not to the right or to the left,
which is where my eyes strayed,
and the old crusty sins of
jealousy and comparison 
manifested themselves
and I was sickened by their presence.
They are not welcome anymore
not in this transformed soul.
Jesus, fill me with YOU.
Fill me with your holiness
and let me not lean on my own strength
or understanding.
who am I that You are mindful of me,
that You hear me, when I call?
I hear michael sing this promise 
and I am reminded that
I have found a friend in God.