Captions of Christy

July 12, 2012

Morning glory where are you? I seek that I may find,

a patient leading hand, and gentle peace of mind.

My fears of Your silence, and my prayers for Your will

challenge my faith to deepen, remaining firmly still

Morning glory I can't find You.

Your face from me You hide

I struggle to feel Your presence,

not trusting Thee by my side

You ordained confusion to linger,

calling faith to set the stage

Ignoring the start of anger?

beginning yet another page

Morning glory are You able?

I fear that I might drown.

Without your arms around me

I fall to the ground.

Morning glory I strive to know You

But see that I was wrong

In my perception of Your beauty

that to You it all belongs

Morning glory it was hidden,

Your voice which once was sought

The purpose of Your plan,

was nothing more than my own thought

Morning glory I don't know You,

my heart and mind divided

But trust Thy ways in spite of

pain with fear collided

Now daily I fear Thy will

you stripped me bare to bone

Nothing do I long for

Nothing do I own

Not even my own purpose

Is clear for me to grasp

You hold it from my fingers

so not to selfishly clasp

The story that you tell

The pages You are writing

Is not for me to mess with

or struggle with still fighting

Morning glory it's not about me

the pain, the curse, Thy will

I don't always accept Thy wisdom,

But squirm to trust Thee still

Morning glory You are able

in owning this messy life

Igniting a deep new passion

restoring a heart of strife

Morning glory I can't see You

but hidden You are not

The power of Your glory

Deters my eyes to stop

Don't you see what's happening?

His glory is the pain

So bright we keep from seeing,

but a purpose we will gain.

Morning glory You are shining

so clear, so white, so pure

But blinded you wish to keep us

with strength so we can endure

The puzzle slowly softens

As pieces match in line

Painting for us the picture

that mystery is Your design

Being blinded by Your glory

Our sight quite overrated

As you seek to rescue,
the broken, dead and jaded.

Morning glory You remind me

One thing I know for sure

That seeing is not believing

But a hindrance to the cure

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I wrote this poem in representation of a lesson I am struggling with grasping. That His glory often comes in the form of pain. It is bright, and at times unable to be seen, but it doesn't mean it's not there...right where it is supposed to be the whole time...blinding us. When we can't see clearly, it forces us to trust.