O cast a vessel down deeply
into the well of my heart.
Help me to draw out my purpose.
To know the best place to start.
Many a vow spoken rashly
has caught my soul in a snare
It’s hard upon further reflection
to know what to process and share.
There’s a searching deep in my spirit.
It’s the lamp of the Lord seeking out
all the painful misunderstood places ~
all the hurt and the fear and the doubt.
So I’m plowing my heart- ground in autumn,
I’m keeping aloof from the strife.
I’m longing and waiting to harvest
The fruit that will come from my life.
In youth we are given our glory,
our strength that is taken away.
In old age we’re given our splendor,
The hair on our head that is gray.
Thank you for sitting with wisdom
For seeing through evil’s disguise
For waiting with me as I wait for the Lord
For helping to open my eyes.
~thoughts for a counselor from Proverbs 20~