lament III

Falling away from me
Is Your land of milk and honey.
Even when I am risen to mountain heights
I can see only the borders of Your land.

Your love, oh Lord, is in my horizon;

and my hope floats on the backs of eagles.

The Kings have their place,

and even the poor claim a home.

But I, Oh God, have no place to rest my head.

I am tossed and turned by waving seas
and travel forth from mountains to the abyss.

My heart rules my life.

I know you God.

I know You have plans for me.

Who then can say "I will guide my life?"

Or

"Who I am, speaks only of me."

Why then do I sin?

If I know you, how can I fall?

May my feelings bring forth prosperity through truth;

not consequences - God, you discipline the ones you love.

May I never fall away.

Wherever I am - there You are.

If I am to sing praises to Your name,

Or if I am broken in a corner,

There You are.

My eyes faint, but my vision holds.

Where e'er I be, I can see Your love.

Should I seek You from the mountain,

or should I hold You with a clutching hand,

I know I am separated, yet forever held.

Amen