Seek Shelter
Will you come, Oh merciful Lord?
To touch and heal my bleeding heart.
When I sob in suppressed agony,
Ease my heart so torn apart.
I entreat with a voice distressed,
To the one who always feels my pain.
Heal my hurt and purge my heart,
Of the sins which tacitly remain.
I stagger under the weight of life,
No one around to ease my grief.
I see you as my anchor and fort,
You beckon me with avowal of relief.
But a chasm separates you and me.
My legs grow weary as I try to walk.
My body ails with every forward step.
Carry me as impediments, my path block.
I see my world growing dark.
Grant me light that I will not grope.
Lend your hand in my tight rope walk.
That if fallen, I can spring back and hop.
I know, the opulence of this world,
Can never ever fill my weary heart.
It is in the sweetness of Thy love,
That I find my life’s whole comfort.
In the trials of life, in you I seek my shelter.
I wish nothing else but to be wholly thine
Lord, I wait here keeping my door open,
Will you come to make the light in me shine?
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