Help me to get it,
please.
All this gospel you’re teaching me
through bags under my eyes
and dwindling of supplies
my security somehow never fading
wrapped up in a spotless Christ.
Help me, Abba, please.
I’m fatigued and afraid
And in need
of convincing
Your way is through the sea
and fellowship in suffering.
I’m Much Afraid, I know.
Please meet me when I fold
And all that escapes these lips
is, “Help.” and
the precipice of bliss
turns into a daunting cliff,
You’re making my feet trust
Your strength
to climb like hinds
to high places.
