Longing

Longing 

Not for fame or fortune would I follow

Fleeting things that cannot satisfy –

I abandon all to hold You closely

To Hear Your sweetest breath

To catch a wistful sigh – 

And then I run to do Your bidding

Once I understand Your heart –

How I long to only move

Within desires YOU impart. 

No intellect to prove –

No judgment stone in hand –

I hear the intake of  Your   breath – Your Word

I bend my knee and stoop---

To write within the sand. 

Take all my willful longing

Any hint of pride

I lay them down for cleansing

At Your wounded side. 

There is no glory of my own

That won’t result in shame –

I seek the honor only of

Your name. 

Calm the rush and hurry

That deafen sounds of You –

Closer, Father, Closer!

Draw me closer now to You.

O many I please intensely the depth of Who You are

This is no simple wish upon a star ---

 But longing – longing mixed with joy

To clasp Your hand!

And trace the markings here –

Within the sand.

                               By:  Janene A. Dubbeld

For God’s Glory