How precious are the words of the Beloved
in the ears that hunger with silent love.
How dear are the actions of the Master
to the servant who turns his eyes above.
The beauty and majesty of the Creator
are spoken in a language not known to man.
The wisdom and truth in the eyes of the Maker
are hidden within the fold of His plan.
The trials and tribulations that we all endure
are simply blessings hidden within a shell.
Time prods at this covering, longing for it to break
and for us to discover that all is truly well.
Yet who holds the reins of Time
but the One who existed from the start?
The very same whose motions move men
to create simple pieces of written art.
The heart of such a One must be
pure, holy, without fault.
His mind is indiscernible, remaining
locked like a vault.
Yet why should He make me
a recipient of His eternal will?
So that my heart can be at rest
and my mind and body be still.
A beautiful relationship, which
blossoms like a flower.
As a hungry honeybee,
I come to, for nectar, devour.
Eating His Words each day
as I muse upon His works.
But sadly in this world,
a great deceiver, he lurks.
A demon of strangest guise
who comes in grandeur, in beauty walks.
With outward gentility
it is for me that he stalks.
Yet I cling to my Master,
He will not let me fall.
And in everlasting splendor,
He, my mind, does enthrall.
A superior being who has
won at each turn.
The dastardly foe does for
some victory yearn.
So he starts with me
whispering lies in my soul.
Throwing doubt upon doubt
as my troubles start to roll.
I cry sometimes, though
mostly in fear I do shake.
But my Lord does protect me
through each earthquake.
My vision is blurred, but
one thing is clear:
my Lord stands ahead, protecting
with His heart, He holds me dear.
And though my words are fast dwindling
my wisdom falters, my breath leaves shore
Soft words I say with gratitude
How precious, how precious; Lord, it is You I adore.