My Own Psalm

How long, O Lord does this winter last? 

Will I ever feel Your warmth again?

Does this desert have no end? 

I sensed Your hand guiding me into it; Must I take over now?

How long, O Lord until the mosaic comes into focus? 

When will even this one piece make sense? 

Does the Weaver still sit at His loom? 

Or did I ruin the tapestry when You weren’t looking?

Let me not forget your past faithfulness to me. 

For I remember when the kaleidoscope made sense before.

Yes. Yes. My soul believes … 

So it too shall make sense again one day.

I have gathered the kindling; 

Will you strike the match? 

You’ve given the vision. You’ve given the dream. 

Shepherd me now, O Jesus, to the place You’re preparing.

I trust You, Shepherd. 

I perceive this to be holy ground. 

My soul feels the Way because the Way dwells within.

Behold, I see the color green.