Don't stop, Father,
Drawing me into this intimacy,
I'm giving in to your embrace.
Here I am, again
Train my ear to listen,
Your voice is sweetness.
Even when waiting is required.
You are the sureness
Of things hoped for.
Whether surrounded by cynics,
Or praying with an acquaintance,
Censured with the sentence of cancer,
Your power is great enough.
Residing in me, crazy, but true.
I saw you in the film,
Thursday night at church.
"Father of Lights", Love ablaze!
Coursing through the messengers,
Touching bodies, making creatures new.
I stopped on the way home,
To cry awhile, to tell you
How much I want my heart renewed.
Activate my longing with
Your Love passion.
Words linger, grow, germinate,
From the film, the pastor's mouth,
Whatever carrier you speak through.
I'm prone to forget, wilt-susceptible,
My Gardener, water, weed daily.
Choice plantings this week, seedlings.
That you are the only God who seeks for me
Spreads a table for me,
Unlike gods who demand I give first.
Harvest huge yield off this one, please!
I'm positioning to encounter you,
Desperate to know you, infuse more Love,
Reveal yourself in reading The Book, in others,
I'm cultivating receptivity,
Certain of things hoped for!
Trailer for the film mentioned, "Father or Lights".