“The Waiting Spirit”

Oh wretched soul of mine
That dare not quiet noise
Where flesh it wrestles rest
Too loud to hear the Lord.

An inner struggle raised
For solace in the night
To empty all the day
And silence all the strife.

Addicted to demands and deadlines!!
No longer our hearts know life
Of peaceful respite and quiet
Of yielding our hearts and minds.

For when it’s our time at the throne
Withdrawals are seen and well known
For barely can we now but sit
In His presence without restlessness.

No longer we’re able to hear
For Satan has consumed our ears
With voices and busy to dos
That enter now in the prayer room.

Retrained now we’ll have to be
Committed to wait before Thee
A “waiting spirit” we do now need
To seek first the Almighty King.

June 17, 2016