The Last Word Shall Be First

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Bare feet
Bent knee
Before burning bush

All-consuming fire
Billows flames
That do not consume

But slough away
Layers of flesh
And lust and pride

Until all that remains
Is the inner core
Who I was created to be

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Burrowed in cave
Eyes squinting
Toward light

Ear bent
To air
To ground

Hanging on
Every clash
And bang

Attentive
To every
Turn of the wind

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

In the silence
Echoing whispers
Through canyon

Come out
And let yourself
Be unbound

Sit
And eat
This bread

Rest
And drink
This wine

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Abide in the Word
And Wisdom
Will abide in you

Wait
And once I waited
I hadn’t to wait for long

Now I wait
Wait
Wait with the patience of Job

Be sill
and know
I Am

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Even though
The rooted tree
Doesn’t blossom

Even though
The clinging vine
Bears no fruit

Even though
The tended crop
Fails to grow

Yet I will rejoice
Yet I will trust
Yet I will listen

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Incline your ear
Come near to me
Hear

I am thirsty
I am hungry
I am poor

My thoughts
Are not your thoughts
Neither my ways your ways

You are everlasting
I am
But a breath

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Yet you formed me
You knew me
You know me

You said
I will
Be with you

When you pass
Through
The fire

Be now my refuge
In the midst
Of doubt

Speak, Lord
Your servant
Listens

Still
Small
Voice

It
Is
Finished

Come
Have
Breakfast

All
Will be
Well