His heart
I learned that poetry could rustle.
Take wing. It was subtle enough
that quiet and disruption could dwell
on the same page. It was delicate
enough to express my h e a r t a c h e
and the desire of my heart. It could
envelope me with emotion and
cover me in my pain but it didn't
give me an a n s w e r . Not until
He opened His Word to me. His
Word could sing. It would gently
lift my heart to sing praises to Him.
His Word stirred me to life. It is
filled with His heart.
He extended His hand to me through
the poetry of His Word. His Word
blesses me. It soothed my heartache.
It made me want to run after Him. It
was not empty nor did it make me cower
away from Him.
His Word is a love song
carried by the morning wind.
It echoes
around and around me.
His Word is a commanding voice
that stirs me to action.
His Word is a lasting promise
to be carved upon my heart.
"The grass withers
and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord
stands forever."