When words don’t really flow and
All I do is feel,
Till I am overwhelmed,
You give me rest and silence in Your arms.
You let me come and cry on Your shoulder
Till I am purged of the stress and shame,
Till the rivers of cleansing tears
Flows clearly again,
Without all the toxins of my self-efforts.
When I am able to give You everything,
Then–and only then–
I find Your abiding peace
Covering my soul,
Filling me with unending joy,
Because you said that
In Your presence is fullness of joy.
I am intoxicated by Your love, Lord!
Let me learn to love You better.