Every morn,
I wake up and stare,
At your beauty and wonder above.
I sit still, as quiet as a mouse
Expecting to hear your voice,
Anything…
But I only hear the wind
And I only see the leaves.
Everyone awaits your glory,
With a profound expectation,
Searching everywhere to hear something,
Anything!
But suddenly, I remember,
The sun staring down at me,
The pouring all over me,
The wind and trees, swaying,
Telling me where to go –
It’s all you.
I don’t need to hear aloud
The trumpet sound,
I don’t need to see the light
The heavens ablaze,
Like you appeared to Elijah,
You appear to me,
All meek and quiet.
Even though I complain as is my nature,
And I cry as is my burden,
Oh Lord from the bottom of my heart
And from the soul of my being,
I want to praise, exalt and lift you up
Because I know you hold me in your hands;
Even when I scream and attack,
You hold on to me dearly.
And Lord, I thank you,
And I will always love you.
This is my psalm to You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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