Where Thy Feet Pass

Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.

~ Christopher Paul Rubero

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

Psalm 73:25-26

When my soul is so much more

veined and cracked than desert floor.

When for all the world it seems

I have seen the last of dreams.

When I cry for this to end.

There you are my faithful friend.

 

Constant as the rain in spring

resurrection do you bring.

Steadily yourself you pour

o’er my parched heart’s broken door.

Bidding it to op’ again

coaxing blooms there locked within.

 

There you are my faithful friend.

Coaxing blooms there locked within.

You who know betrayal’s sting.

and the life, forgiveness brings.

You take my hand, look to my eyes

Speak to me in morning’s sighs.

 

When I am in self-made hell

Heeding other voices’ spells

You alone sing of the place

Where the only sound is grace.

You sing like rain upon the grass

And bid me where your feet now pass.

 

Speak to me in morning sighs

Bid my where your feet now pass

Coaxing blooms there locked within

There you are my faithful friend.

When my soul is so much more

Cracked and veined than desert floor.

Because of Him,

Linda

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