Tag: Psalm; Poetry; Restoration

How long will you hide your face,
To my dying and helpless race.
The burden upon this heart, heavy
Weighing, wasting, waiting steady.

To my hands all things but crumble,
Bid you my heart in nothingness humble,
And Loves like doves all fly away
Into the bitterness of decay.

Then You found me there, falling
In your Holiness, I heard your calling.
Your sweetness softly calling me Home,
My name written on your Sacred Tome.

What greater treasure have I on this Earth?
But Jesus, my Lord, my infinite worth.
In You will all things be made whole,
Come and fill the longing of my broken soul.