Permit me, Lord
Permit me to love you, Lord
in spite of weary, bedraggled form—my own.
Permit me to love you, Lord
in ways that stretch the narrow, fearful hardenings in my heart.
Stenosis of dismay
temporarily halts my pursuit of holiness.
Help me to run—swift pursuit;
your open arms stretched wide
between twin pillars of Christ's Kingdom,
righteousness and justice never failing.
May incense arise, my known 'poor spirit,'
bent now to pour oil
and light the flame.
Reverence and need entwine, curl heavenward
their soot a cure for my unknowing.
I exalt your holy name,
my Lord and my Redeemer.
Amen
and amen.
“Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3
waiting…we are not very practiced at it nowadays. Jesus healing in Gennesaret does not (I think,) preclude any waiting that may have occurred that day, or even for long seasons before. This poem is a perspective on waiting midst suffering, for healing to come.
1.Therefore, since we have been made right in God’s sight by faith, we have peace with God because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us. NLT
3-5. We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. NLT
