Christmas from the Cottage-by-the-Sea, #38, 12/7/15

Abba Father,
Praise to You O King of Kings,
Master, Lord of everything.
See and hear Your humble servant,
As her heart strives to sing.
I long to have You soothe my soul,
Ease the pain of angers sting.

There are many things upon my mind,
So many questions why.
What purpose have these horrific things?
How many tears can one person cry?
Stripped of every dignity and voice,
Even wings now to weak to fly.

Christmas is but days away,
I think of the baby Jesus in the Nativity,
Praying, Lord, I were more like You,
Seeking a bit of Your creativity,
To express the joy I want to feel,
Still facing these realities.

O “let there be peace on earth,
And let it begin with me… ”
Still my anxious heart and soul,
Cast Evil far from me…
Flow through me Holy Spirit,
In our Cottage-by-the-Sea.

Release in the Words from You,
Words You’d have me say…
Help me sow seeds of hope and love,
Be it night or be it day…
I see artistic ability as another form,
To spread the Gospel another way.

My questions can be shown in color,
The loss of Love, mother, brother…
Fear can make an appearance too,
But You Abba Father…
I pray You, be pronounced completely,
To be spoken softly but heard much louder.
                          dfav 12/7/15

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s