The Epistles

Overwhelm. 

It’s what I feel when I miss You

Get down on my knees trying to chat You

Racking my brain for what to tell You

But You’re calm, unmoved

Like a solid rock, unshaken

All of me is withered and breaking, then You break in.

I fear I have missed You because of me, not You.

It’s nothing You did, and nothing I say is an excuse 

Found the world too pleasing, TikTok, Insta got me reeling

Not hearing Your sweet Spirit’s voice pleading, 

“Come back, come back home. 

Spend a little time in the Word, remember what I’ve said

Open up, give Me time, I am worth it. 

All you need and more, what you’re really looking for;

Search the Word and seek Me first, I’m waiting.”

Burnout.

Finally my soul feels dead, filled with existential dread and anxiety 

Frantic for a lifeline, anything will be fine,

Only then I see the time I’ve been wasting.

For without You there’s no cause, 

There’s no rhythm to my songs. 

Talk is empty till I open up the Book, 

Then I take another look at what You’ve told me.

I take it word for word and it fills me

Breathe it in till it soaks me; 

not yet saturated but it’s a start

And I take Your Word to heart

God the Spirit is still drawing me, I’m running.

Back to your arms, to drown in

Love that won’t depart.

By mercy, I speak Your words back to You,

The words found in Your good book

And find clemency.

Cause mine don’t feel like they can reach 

When I’m this far in the deep, 

But Yours do.

And so I know,

Abba whom I love, who loves me many worlds more,

I am not forsaken. My lover is the Lord.

Only from You is the essence of my being

So let me live by your Word, with everything. 

John 6:63

It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life

John 17:17

Sanctify them by Your truth, Your word is Truth.