At His Knees.

I sat before God…

I sat down at my maker’s feet…

Grabbing on to the only one that remains solid

The One whose love is without question.

                                             

I sat at my maker’s feet

I asked the one who watches over me

Where He had been lately

Why He had been silent

And why my heart was aching

Because the pain was numbing me

And the nightmares were now frequent.

I told Him that loves my soul,

Him, the lover of my spirit

I told Him the truth

The truth I could tell no one else

That I was all wrung out of strength

The fight in me was burned down…down to cold and lifeless ashes

I told the one whose love I had come to depend on

Told him that this time, I was out of my element

This fight, I could not take on.

I sat at the knees of the one my soul loves

The one who redeemed my lost self

Told Him I was losing my way. Again.

I told the Lord, the Lord of my life

Told Him I was spent

And, could use a lift.

From the dumps. From the hurt. The mess.

I sat at the feet of my maker.

And asked Him to make it better.