Dear Father, as I bow and close my eyes,
To spend some time alone with You, in prayer,
I feel Your nearness settling beside me.
If I should look, perhaps I’d see You there…
But I’m afraid to raise my head to see;
For if I did, and could not glimpse Your face,
I fear the nearness of You would be lost;
And I would feel alone, here, in this place.
And yet, Your Word is here, within my hands;
A part of You that I can see and touch,
The very thoughts and plans You have for me –
A token that You love me oh, so much.
Your Word is precious, Father God, to me;
A glimpse of You my mortal eyes can see.
"Thy words were found, and I did eat them;
and thy word was unto me the joy
and rejoicing of mine heart:
for I am called by thy name, O LORD God of hosts."
©Lisa DeVinney, July 2008