What Sustains Me
All my
assurances are waning
They support
me less in what I know
Relaxing in
His arms in what sustains me
I move in
peace and wonder slowly by slow
The steps I
take are not the ones that
Man made
But ones He
held out to the wounded heart
The things to
do if I would be His
Handmaid
Begins with
simply listening for my
Part
The tableau is
not one of my directing
I’ll stand in
place where only I
Can stand
His smile tells
me that He’s the one selecting
My role will
be to hold another’s hand
The business
that others find attractive
My heart tells
me for me is but distracting
In silence and
in awe is where I’ll stand
Till He doth
gently lead me by the hand
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