Faulty Walls
©5-5-09 Hannah Muonio
You can build a wall
stone upon stone
to keep the water from flowing
through the scene laid out before you
But it is inevitable
that the natural current
will not be contained
and one day it will spill over
onto the picture
that has been carefully preserved
and what it does not wash away
will be forever changed
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
A dream
Last night I had a dream. I was in a home; the home was indistinct, I don’t even remember what it looked like, but I do know that it was distinctly a home. The home had many windows; there were windows in the outside of the home and also windows in the walls inside. In every window frame there was a pane of crystal clear glass. And as I stood in this home in the middle of my dream, there was a man. This man was nondescript, and in my dream, this man’s presence shattered the windows both on the outside and on the inside of the home. In my dream, I would wait near a room, hoping that perhaps this glass would withstand him, but it never did. Around and around the home we went, waiting and watching the glass shatter as he passed by. The man never harmed me, I only felt the pain of the shattering of each pane of glass. And I saw that the man wasn’t malicious, his stance was that of one in distress, almost as though he too wished the windows would not break.
I didn’t wake up feeling confused by this dream. It is rare that I would ever remember a dream, much less understand it. But this dream I understood. The night before I had grieved the loss of a hope I had carried with me; the hope involved a specific man, a home and a clear vision of life with him. The night before I had once again sat in the presence of this man and saw that it was different this time; this time I knew that there would never be a home or a life with him and this time I didn’t try to hold onto the hope of one. I simply enjoyed his presence apart from the windows, and let them shatter as I walked away. And later that night, as I considered the man and the hope of life with him that was no more, I cried.
I didn’t wake up feeling confused by this dream. It is rare that I would ever remember a dream, much less understand it. But this dream I understood. The night before I had grieved the loss of a hope I had carried with me; the hope involved a specific man, a home and a clear vision of life with him. The night before I had once again sat in the presence of this man and saw that it was different this time; this time I knew that there would never be a home or a life with him and this time I didn’t try to hold onto the hope of one. I simply enjoyed his presence apart from the windows, and let them shatter as I walked away. And later that night, as I considered the man and the hope of life with him that was no more, I cried.
Monday, April 13, 2009
perfect peace and rest
Isaiah 26:3–4: You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you. Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock.
Find your rest in Me
©4-12-09 Hannah Muonio
Find your rest in Me
In perfect peace I will keep you
In perfect love I will cover you
Find your rest in Me
With perfect strength I will carry you
With perfect stride I will walk with you
Find your rest in Me
I am the Rock that you are seeking
I am the Refuge that you need
I am the Fortress that never fails
I am the Savior, come to Me
Why do you sink in sand when you can stand on the Rock?
Why do you crumble under burdens you can nail to the cross?
Why do you falter with fear when your only need
is to put your trust in Me?
The places I have brought you from
are nothing compared
to the places I will bring you to
and when I send you out
I will faithfully show
you where I want you to go
Know Me
I’m the Lord God almighty
I made you with purpose and power
I am your heavenly Father
Child, find your rest in Me
Find your rest in Me
©4-12-09 Hannah Muonio
Find your rest in Me
In perfect peace I will keep you
In perfect love I will cover you
Find your rest in Me
With perfect strength I will carry you
With perfect stride I will walk with you
Find your rest in Me
I am the Rock that you are seeking
I am the Refuge that you need
I am the Fortress that never fails
I am the Savior, come to Me
Why do you sink in sand when you can stand on the Rock?
Why do you crumble under burdens you can nail to the cross?
Why do you falter with fear when your only need
is to put your trust in Me?
The places I have brought you from
are nothing compared
to the places I will bring you to
and when I send you out
I will faithfully show
you where I want you to go
Know Me
I’m the Lord God almighty
I made you with purpose and power
I am your heavenly Father
Child, find your rest in Me
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Good Friday Contemplations
Christ’s Kingship
Today, I walked up the road to a coffee shop near me (I’m almost too ashamed to tell you it was a Starbucks), sat in a comfy, green chair, and attempted to enjoy the taste of the bitter cup of coffee in my hands as I contemplated life. I gazed out the window at the clear, blue sky, not really seeing the Spring scene I was looking at, and thought about what it looked like to trust God in my present situation. My life’s been a bit crazy these days; so many changes (changes that I believe God has brought about), and therefore, so many opportunities to grow as I figure out what this new season of life is all about. While I was in Africa this past January, I lost my job (I haven’t been unemployed since I began working at age 15). Suddenly, I have been presented with time and a sea of endless possibility is in front of me. However, I don’t know how to swim very well, and each of the possibilities I have thus far stepped toward, God has said, “no.” So there I sat, feet dangling across the arm of a big, green chair by a window in Starbucks contemplating life. So cliché, right?
I also know that today is Good Friday. So I thought it would be good to consider this God of mine; who He is and what He has done this day 2000 years ago, and I assume that as I look in depth at these things, I will find every reminder and reason that I need to strengthen my faith and determination to trust God with every ounce of my complicated life.
Jesus died for my sins. That’s what Good Friday is all about. I think Christ is one phenomenal Savior. Over the past week I have been meditating on Him as my King; the contrast between an earthly king and our eternal King is quite an astounding and humbling consideration. Below is the poem I have written as I’ve considered this:
Our King of kings dons a crown of thorns
no noble steed, no heralding horns
as He looks on His people, His city, His lands
He walks to the cross and He spreads out His hands
Though utmost service a king deserves
ours humbles Himself as He kneels to serve
While His heart-felt prayers flow forth in a flood
He breaks His body and He pours out His blood
What King is this who weeps and sighs
for these who beat and spit and crucify?
Where a lesser king fights and his anger flares,
ours climbs on a cross and He hangs in the air
Neath a banner stating “King of the Jews”
the taunting voices deny Him His dues
even as the wrath of the Father is absorbed by the Son,
He laments, forsaken, and pleads, “Abba, forgive them.”
My King of kings. My Lord of lords.
My Savior, the Lamb, the Living Word.
Can you imagine a king like this? When I think of kings, I think of royalty and riches and reverence. I think of servants and extravagance. I think of people bowing and kissing the hand; respect shown and authority acknowledged. I think of one whose rule is visible and recognizable. I think of processions and lavish preparation (no expense spared) at the expectation of their coming. I think of honor shown and felt by the presence of such a figure. I think of robes and crowns and jewels that shine and glitter with the very finest of their respective materials. I think of eyes that want to behold a king.
And yet, here we have been presented with the King of kings; the First and the Last; the Alpha and Omega; the high and exalted Lord of lords. He was born in a stable with animals overlooking the birth. Those who came to revere Him were lowly shepherds, fisherman, shunned sinners, the sick and oppressed and forgotten. He knelt before His disciples and washed their dirty feet. He was betrayed with a kiss and abandoned by His friends. His robe and clothing were divided and taken by those who beat Him and strung Him up to die. The glitter on His brow didn’t come from the crown of thorns He wore, but instead shone from the sweat and blood that ran down His face. His presence brought taunting and disgust, and those who looked on Him saw only a spectacle of public humiliation and a criminal death. Scorned, denied, unrecognized for who and what He was. Royal but rejected. Beheld but belittled. What sort of King is this?
In Christ’s high-priestly prayer, He stated that He longed to be restored to the state of glory and unity that He had with the Father before His descent to earth and man. What a descent He chose to make. There’s a old song that says, “Thou who was rich beyond all splendor, all for love’s sake becamest poor. Throne for a manger dist surrender, sapphire paved courts for stable floor.” Whoa. Think about that for a minute. Not just the descent from heavenly riches and glory to earthly lack and decay, but from radiance, holiness and fellowship with the Father to actually becoming sin and being forsaken by Him. I cannot even fathom this descent; there is no earthy parallel because there is nothing else as high as God in heaven nor as low as Satan in hell. And THIS from a king who is deserving of the highest praise and honor.
So the question is, why? 1 John says, “This is love, not that we love God, but that He loved us and sent His only son to be a propitiation for our sins,” and “Behold, what manner of love the Father has for us, that we should be called the children of God, and so we are.” Have you ever heard the word imputation? What Christ did on the cross was to take our place and qualities (namely filthy sinner, hopelessly destined to everlasting death in hell) and give us His own (righteousness, holiness, the promise to reign with Him, eternal life in the presence of the Father). In Christ, we are God’s children--sons with inheritance beyond our wildest imaginations. Our King, motivated by His astounding love for us, hung on a cross--a spotless lamb sacrificed for the sins of the whole world. What a King. How could we not bow to Him? How could we not worship Him? How could we not desire Him to rule and reign over us with a radiant glory that makes the sun no longer need to shine and a purifying Love that covers a multitude of filthy sin and stain? There is no king that has ever existed who holds even the faintest spark beside this King of kings; who even in a bloody, beaten state, dangling from a splintered wooden cross displayed the purest of love and the humblest brilliance of beauty that caused the sun itself to hide its face, the earth to tremble and the veil that kept us from entering into the very presence of God to tear from top to bottom, ushering us into the holiest of holy places: restored fellowship in the Father’s presence.
How could I not trust this God? This God who has promised to tend to my need, to lead me beside still waters, to restore my soul. This God who has pursued me as I ran from Him, who has bound up my wounds and who continually lifts me from the depths. This God who offers me fullness of joy and eternal pleasures, and surrounds and upholds me with promise and purpose. This God who loves me with a love that is so high and wide and deep and long that I cannot grasp it. This God who continually amazes me, receives me, sanctifies me, satisfies me, grows me, revives me, fills me, keeps me, stands for me. This God who is my Rock, my Refuge, my Fortress, my Deliver, my Savior. This God who is my King.
Lord, I bow to You. I praise You that I have been given the privilege of worshiping You now and forever. Lord, let me look on the cross, on my Savior who hangs from it--the atonement for my sin--and fall on my face before You with gratitude. Let me grasp with confidence the fullness of this work, to boldly cling to the grace and mercy and restoration offered. Let me acknowledge You before men and walk in a manner worthy of You, magnifying Your beauty to all I meet. Lord, fill me with Yourself and hide my life in Yours. Lord, help me trust You, know You fully as I am fully known by You, love You deeply with the love You have shown me, and praise You as You deserve to be praised. Let every crown be cast at Your feet, submitted to Your magnificent and glorious reign. And let me wait expectantly, sparing no expense, in preparation for Your return. Oh Lord, to be with You where You are, that is what I long for. In the name and for the glory of my King of kings. Amen.
Today, I walked up the road to a coffee shop near me (I’m almost too ashamed to tell you it was a Starbucks), sat in a comfy, green chair, and attempted to enjoy the taste of the bitter cup of coffee in my hands as I contemplated life. I gazed out the window at the clear, blue sky, not really seeing the Spring scene I was looking at, and thought about what it looked like to trust God in my present situation. My life’s been a bit crazy these days; so many changes (changes that I believe God has brought about), and therefore, so many opportunities to grow as I figure out what this new season of life is all about. While I was in Africa this past January, I lost my job (I haven’t been unemployed since I began working at age 15). Suddenly, I have been presented with time and a sea of endless possibility is in front of me. However, I don’t know how to swim very well, and each of the possibilities I have thus far stepped toward, God has said, “no.” So there I sat, feet dangling across the arm of a big, green chair by a window in Starbucks contemplating life. So cliché, right?
I also know that today is Good Friday. So I thought it would be good to consider this God of mine; who He is and what He has done this day 2000 years ago, and I assume that as I look in depth at these things, I will find every reminder and reason that I need to strengthen my faith and determination to trust God with every ounce of my complicated life.
Jesus died for my sins. That’s what Good Friday is all about. I think Christ is one phenomenal Savior. Over the past week I have been meditating on Him as my King; the contrast between an earthly king and our eternal King is quite an astounding and humbling consideration. Below is the poem I have written as I’ve considered this:
Our King of kings dons a crown of thorns
no noble steed, no heralding horns
as He looks on His people, His city, His lands
He walks to the cross and He spreads out His hands
Though utmost service a king deserves
ours humbles Himself as He kneels to serve
While His heart-felt prayers flow forth in a flood
He breaks His body and He pours out His blood
What King is this who weeps and sighs
for these who beat and spit and crucify?
Where a lesser king fights and his anger flares,
ours climbs on a cross and He hangs in the air
Neath a banner stating “King of the Jews”
the taunting voices deny Him His dues
even as the wrath of the Father is absorbed by the Son,
He laments, forsaken, and pleads, “Abba, forgive them.”
My King of kings. My Lord of lords.
My Savior, the Lamb, the Living Word.
Can you imagine a king like this? When I think of kings, I think of royalty and riches and reverence. I think of servants and extravagance. I think of people bowing and kissing the hand; respect shown and authority acknowledged. I think of one whose rule is visible and recognizable. I think of processions and lavish preparation (no expense spared) at the expectation of their coming. I think of honor shown and felt by the presence of such a figure. I think of robes and crowns and jewels that shine and glitter with the very finest of their respective materials. I think of eyes that want to behold a king.
And yet, here we have been presented with the King of kings; the First and the Last; the Alpha and Omega; the high and exalted Lord of lords. He was born in a stable with animals overlooking the birth. Those who came to revere Him were lowly shepherds, fisherman, shunned sinners, the sick and oppressed and forgotten. He knelt before His disciples and washed their dirty feet. He was betrayed with a kiss and abandoned by His friends. His robe and clothing were divided and taken by those who beat Him and strung Him up to die. The glitter on His brow didn’t come from the crown of thorns He wore, but instead shone from the sweat and blood that ran down His face. His presence brought taunting and disgust, and those who looked on Him saw only a spectacle of public humiliation and a criminal death. Scorned, denied, unrecognized for who and what He was. Royal but rejected. Beheld but belittled. What sort of King is this?
In Christ’s high-priestly prayer, He stated that He longed to be restored to the state of glory and unity that He had with the Father before His descent to earth and man. What a descent He chose to make. There’s a old song that says, “Thou who was rich beyond all splendor, all for love’s sake becamest poor. Throne for a manger dist surrender, sapphire paved courts for stable floor.” Whoa. Think about that for a minute. Not just the descent from heavenly riches and glory to earthly lack and decay, but from radiance, holiness and fellowship with the Father to actually becoming sin and being forsaken by Him. I cannot even fathom this descent; there is no earthy parallel because there is nothing else as high as God in heaven nor as low as Satan in hell. And THIS from a king who is deserving of the highest praise and honor.
So the question is, why? 1 John says, “This is love, not that we love God, but that He loved us and sent His only son to be a propitiation for our sins,” and “Behold, what manner of love the Father has for us, that we should be called the children of God, and so we are.” Have you ever heard the word imputation? What Christ did on the cross was to take our place and qualities (namely filthy sinner, hopelessly destined to everlasting death in hell) and give us His own (righteousness, holiness, the promise to reign with Him, eternal life in the presence of the Father). In Christ, we are God’s children--sons with inheritance beyond our wildest imaginations. Our King, motivated by His astounding love for us, hung on a cross--a spotless lamb sacrificed for the sins of the whole world. What a King. How could we not bow to Him? How could we not worship Him? How could we not desire Him to rule and reign over us with a radiant glory that makes the sun no longer need to shine and a purifying Love that covers a multitude of filthy sin and stain? There is no king that has ever existed who holds even the faintest spark beside this King of kings; who even in a bloody, beaten state, dangling from a splintered wooden cross displayed the purest of love and the humblest brilliance of beauty that caused the sun itself to hide its face, the earth to tremble and the veil that kept us from entering into the very presence of God to tear from top to bottom, ushering us into the holiest of holy places: restored fellowship in the Father’s presence.
How could I not trust this God? This God who has promised to tend to my need, to lead me beside still waters, to restore my soul. This God who has pursued me as I ran from Him, who has bound up my wounds and who continually lifts me from the depths. This God who offers me fullness of joy and eternal pleasures, and surrounds and upholds me with promise and purpose. This God who loves me with a love that is so high and wide and deep and long that I cannot grasp it. This God who continually amazes me, receives me, sanctifies me, satisfies me, grows me, revives me, fills me, keeps me, stands for me. This God who is my Rock, my Refuge, my Fortress, my Deliver, my Savior. This God who is my King.
Lord, I bow to You. I praise You that I have been given the privilege of worshiping You now and forever. Lord, let me look on the cross, on my Savior who hangs from it--the atonement for my sin--and fall on my face before You with gratitude. Let me grasp with confidence the fullness of this work, to boldly cling to the grace and mercy and restoration offered. Let me acknowledge You before men and walk in a manner worthy of You, magnifying Your beauty to all I meet. Lord, fill me with Yourself and hide my life in Yours. Lord, help me trust You, know You fully as I am fully known by You, love You deeply with the love You have shown me, and praise You as You deserve to be praised. Let every crown be cast at Your feet, submitted to Your magnificent and glorious reign. And let me wait expectantly, sparing no expense, in preparation for Your return. Oh Lord, to be with You where You are, that is what I long for. In the name and for the glory of my King of kings. Amen.
Monday, March 30, 2009
do You not see me?
i marvel at You
©3-30-09 Hannah Muonio
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i feel Your love
encompassing and deep
high, real and transforming
powerful, perfect and true
You tend to the smallest detail of who i am--
immense strength that does not crush--
and i stagger
do You not see me?
i wonder
why do You not recoil at my stain?
how can You look in my face
and not turn Your back?
do You not see me?
i wonder
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i feel Your power
holding me up
firm, steady and unchanging
mighty, measured and soft
You touch me in my state of weakness
and are not taken aback--
humble majesty that inspires and melts--
and i rest
do You not see me?
i wonder
why would Your eyes ever look my way
or Your ears listen for the smallness of my voice?
when You deserve so much more
why would You want me?
do You not see me?
i wonder
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i desire to know You fully
even as i am fully known
i desire to see You with face unveiled
and to behold You as You are
i desire to walk in Your presence for all of eternity
unashamed
i desire to bask in the radiance of Your glory
and to be beautified in Your light
i desire to hear Your voice
to walk in Your ways
to move with Your heart
i desire You even as i marvel at You
they say of me
“if You only knew who it was that touched You...”
and i cannot disagree
i wonder
do You not see me?
i marvel at You
You see the depth of me
and the deeps from which You’ve taken me
You see the darkness of me
and the light to which You’ve brought me
You see the death in me
and have offered me Life
and even as i wonder,
as i ask
“do You not see me?”
i cling to the cross
and receive
©3-30-09 Hannah Muonio
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i feel Your love
encompassing and deep
high, real and transforming
powerful, perfect and true
You tend to the smallest detail of who i am--
immense strength that does not crush--
and i stagger
do You not see me?
i wonder
why do You not recoil at my stain?
how can You look in my face
and not turn Your back?
do You not see me?
i wonder
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i feel Your power
holding me up
firm, steady and unchanging
mighty, measured and soft
You touch me in my state of weakness
and are not taken aback--
humble majesty that inspires and melts--
and i rest
do You not see me?
i wonder
why would Your eyes ever look my way
or Your ears listen for the smallness of my voice?
when You deserve so much more
why would You want me?
do You not see me?
i wonder
i marvel at You
Your ways astound me
i desire to know You fully
even as i am fully known
i desire to see You with face unveiled
and to behold You as You are
i desire to walk in Your presence for all of eternity
unashamed
i desire to bask in the radiance of Your glory
and to be beautified in Your light
i desire to hear Your voice
to walk in Your ways
to move with Your heart
i desire You even as i marvel at You
they say of me
“if You only knew who it was that touched You...”
and i cannot disagree
i wonder
do You not see me?
i marvel at You
You see the depth of me
and the deeps from which You’ve taken me
You see the darkness of me
and the light to which You’ve brought me
You see the death in me
and have offered me Life
and even as i wonder,
as i ask
“do You not see me?”
i cling to the cross
and receive
Seek you first
Matthew 6:25–34: “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
Seek you first
©3-30-09 Hannah Muonio
Don’t I care for the fields and the flowers?
Don’t I tend to the birds in their flight?
Don’t I bring in the changes of seasons?
Don’t I faithfully turn day and night?
I know your need
before you ask of Me
So seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
Don’t I hear every prayer of My people?
Don’t I promise you mercy and life?
Don’t I exalt the humble with singing?
Don’t I carry through ease and through strife?
Don’t I joyfully clothe you with glory?
Don’t I love you with fullness and fire?
Don’t I lift you from valleys to mountains?
Don’t I give you your deepest desire?
I know your need
before you ask of Me
So seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
With faith draw near Me
With faith receive My love
And seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
Seek you first
©3-30-09 Hannah Muonio
Don’t I care for the fields and the flowers?
Don’t I tend to the birds in their flight?
Don’t I bring in the changes of seasons?
Don’t I faithfully turn day and night?
I know your need
before you ask of Me
So seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
Don’t I hear every prayer of My people?
Don’t I promise you mercy and life?
Don’t I exalt the humble with singing?
Don’t I carry through ease and through strife?
Don’t I joyfully clothe you with glory?
Don’t I love you with fullness and fire?
Don’t I lift you from valleys to mountains?
Don’t I give you your deepest desire?
I know your need
before you ask of Me
So seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
With faith draw near Me
With faith receive My love
And seek you first My kingdom
Seek you first My righteousness
Knock on My door
Ask at My feet
And this and much more will be given
satisfy me
Lord, satisfy me
©3/27/09 Hannah Muonio
Lord, fill me
Lord, still me
satisfy my hungry soul
Lord, be near me
Lord, steer me
clarify the push and pull
lift my eyes
neath drooping lids
to meet Yours
cradle my head
aching from heaviness
swirling with pain
Lord, heal me
Lord, feel me
satisfy my breaking heart
Lord, speak to me
Lord, keep me
bind me lest i fall apart
Lord, lift me
Lord, shift me
satisfy my gaping lack
Lord, hold me
Lord, enfold me
pacify life’s gnawing wrack
Lord, take me
Lord, make me
what You desire me to be
Lord, shape me
Lord, clean me
for You have seen me
Lord, grow me
Lord, know me
to You i owe it all
Lord, fill me
when i am spilled out
Lord, build me
Lord, break me
from where i have been
Lord, bind me
till i’m whole again
Lord, satisfy me
Lord, will me
to rest in You
Lord, stand for me
Lord, Your hand
Lord, Your heart
Lord, Your strength
Lord, Your ways
Lord, Your love
Lord, Your grace
Lord, Your hope
Lord, Your face
Lord, satisfy me
with Yourself
©3/27/09 Hannah Muonio
Lord, fill me
Lord, still me
satisfy my hungry soul
Lord, be near me
Lord, steer me
clarify the push and pull
lift my eyes
neath drooping lids
to meet Yours
cradle my head
aching from heaviness
swirling with pain
Lord, heal me
Lord, feel me
satisfy my breaking heart
Lord, speak to me
Lord, keep me
bind me lest i fall apart
Lord, lift me
Lord, shift me
satisfy my gaping lack
Lord, hold me
Lord, enfold me
pacify life’s gnawing wrack
Lord, take me
Lord, make me
what You desire me to be
Lord, shape me
Lord, clean me
for You have seen me
Lord, grow me
Lord, know me
to You i owe it all
Lord, fill me
when i am spilled out
Lord, build me
Lord, break me
from where i have been
Lord, bind me
till i’m whole again
Lord, satisfy me
Lord, will me
to rest in You
Lord, stand for me
Lord, Your hand
Lord, Your heart
Lord, Your strength
Lord, Your ways
Lord, Your love
Lord, Your grace
Lord, Your hope
Lord, Your face
Lord, satisfy me
with Yourself
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