Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#deliverer
All is dark except I see These extended arms in front of me They are waving, trembling I barely have the sight to see These open hands in front of me They are reaching, searching I hardly have the light to see These stretching fingers in front of me They are straining, grasping As I watch, how strangely familiar I find These arms, these hands, these fingers What could fill them That would still them? As I look, I realize that they’re mine these arms, these hands, these fingers What could hold them That would console them? In this darkness, am I the only one who sees The struggle in front of me? It is desperate, helpless All is numb except I feel This empty space inside of me It is widening, deepening I only have the sense to feel This growing hunger inside of me It is pressing, aching My nerves are acute just to feel This enduring famine inside of me It is agonizing, deadly This pain worsens with the sight of These arms, these hands, these fingers What would occupy them That would satisfy them? I am feeling exhausted by the fight of These arms, these hands, these fingers What could nourish me That would flourish me In this void, am I the only one aware Of the pain inside of me? I am in anguish, pleading Through the darkness, I finally see Two different hands reaching out to me They are calloused, scarred Closing this void, I begin to feel Such merciful love consuming me It is boundless, overflowing I find new life the moment I take These hands that defeated death for me It is abundant, eternal The fullest joy He freely offers with His arms, His hands, His fingers His love fills me Peace stills me His gentleness holds me Grace consoles me To this joy I’ll always cling with My arms, my hands, my fingers His presence occupies me Truth satisfies me His word nourishes me Hope flourishes me In those depths, why was I so unaware Of Him standing right in front of me He is my stronghold, Deliverer
0
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Deliverer
All is dark except I see These extended arms in front of me They are waving, trembling I barely have the sight to see These open hands in front of me They are reaching, searching I hardly have the light to see These stretching fingers in front of me They are straining, grasping As I watch, how strangely familiar I find These arms, these hands, these fingers What could fill them That would still them? As I look, I realize that they’re mine these arms, these hands, these fingers What could hold them That would console them? In this darkness, am I the only one who sees The struggle in front of me? It is desperate, helpless All is numb except I feel This empty space inside of me It is widening, deepening I only have the sense to feel This growing hunger inside of me It is pressing, aching My nerves are acute just to feel This enduring famine inside of me It is agonizing, deadly This pain worsens with the sight of These arms, these hands, these fingers What would occupy them That would satisfy them? I am feeling exhausted by the fight of These arms, these hands, these fingers What could nourish me That would flourish me In this void, am I the only one aware Of the pain inside of me? I am in anguish, pleading Through the darkness, I finally see Two different hands reaching out to me They are calloused, scarred Closing this void, I begin to feel Such merciful love consuming me It is boundless, overflowing I find new life the moment I take These hands that defeated death for me It is abundant, eternal The fullest joy He freely offers with His arms, His hands, His fingers His love fills me Peace stills me His gentleness holds me Grace consoles me To this joy I’ll always cling with My arms, my hands, my fingers His presence occupies me Truth satisfies me His word nourishes me Hope flourishes me In those depths, why was I so unaware Of Him standing right in front of me He is my stronghold, Deliverer
Continue reading...
64
I have been practicing singing this in acapella. ~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~ rock of ages cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee; let the water and the blood, from thy wounded side which flowed, be of sin the double cure; save from wrath and make me pure. Not the labors of my hands can fulfill thy law's demands; these for sin could not atone, thou must save,and thou alone. In my hand no price I bring, simply to thy cross I cling; While I draw this fleeting breath, when mine eyes shall close in death, when i rise to worlds unknown, and behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee ~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~ ROCK OF AGES WORDS: AUGUSTUS TOPLADY, 1775 SUNG BY: ANTRIM MENNONITE CHOIR VIDEO BY: SE SAMONTE
0
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
because I do love " Hymn ... "