psalm to the lord

Whet my soul, O lord,

When it is like a barren desert.

When they had no water,

The Isrealites struck a rock

And water gushed out,

Burst forth,

Overflowed.

Drench me.

Saturate me in your love

Take me into the wilderness

I think you may have to.

Speak tenderly to me.

Remind me of my first love.

Because now my love is busyness.

I am turned towards idols.

I turn this way and that

So scared of missing your path

Tossed to and fro, every day.

But you are a solid rock on which I can stand.

On which my endless tumbling can finally cease.

And I will look to you.

I will look at your face.

And you shall gaze at me.

And we shall dwell together.

Though I am still here,

In a more real sense, I will be dwelling with you.

And that will permeate every second of my life,

So that I do not continue to live as I am now

Anxious. Overcommitted. Indecisive. Overwhelmed.

Release me from the snares,

 from this load that has me on the ground

For your yoke is easy and your burden is light.

And the only thing I have been told to bear

Is my cross.

So that I can walk humbly with you.

You see my bondage to Egypt,

Though you broke the shackles

So so long ago.

It is my heart that keeps turning back.

Instead of looking to you,

The One to which I am bound.

As if I cant grasp that with you,

I am bound for the promise land.

You may have to carry me there, God.