Psalm of the Early Morn

I want

So deeply from the soul I want.

I lack.

Always lack.

Always striving for more, a taste, a glimpse.

But of what?

What on this side of eternity can satisfy? What can satisfy this deep hunger?

Approval, pursuit, success

All fall short.

Hold me. I desire to abide in You.

To stay—protected, loved.

Every tear caught with the brushing of Your fingertips.

Every lie washed away by Your blood.

Majestic.

Take my weary soul

The soul that is coarse.

Experiences--worldly, hurtful experiences

Chisel them away

So that I may draw closer to You.

I hunger for You

The only one who can satisfy.

The One who has endless creativity

Creator of my closest friends, of intimacy

Of Beauty

Of Grace

Aid me. Guide me.

The path is rough.

Chisel. Chisel.

Who will be by my side?

Who will remember me when darkness falls?

Find me. Hold me.

You alone can satisfy.

You alone will be my heart’s desire.

Lead me, Lord.

I will follow.