Oh Lord,
I feel so very small indeed.
Only silence,
Fills my days.
You dear Lord,
Seem so very far from me.
Like the dry parched land,
I desire rain.
I search, I seek,
Incline my listening ear towards Thee.
Only You know,
That which my lips I dare not utter.
My heart broken,
Requires Thy healing hand.
Like the waterless thirsty riverbed,
I desire rain.
I turn the pages,
I ask…seek Thy Spirit’s lead.
Like the wind ‘neath the eagles wing,
I pray Thy Spirit will carry me.
A miracle is needed,
Nothing short thereof.
I search the sky, no cloud in sight,
I desire rain.
By Susan Bunts
August 18, 2007
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