When there is nothing I can write
I know You can’t speak through me
And I wonder if I could have sinned
And there’s something wrong in me.
So please, dear Holy Spirit
Tell me all that I have done
For it hurts me when we’re not speaking
And I feel so alone.
I love the times You are speaking
And the words come tumbling out
About this, or that, or anything.
I want to sing or shout.
Because You, Lord, are using me
To send a message out
And I’m the one to hear it first
Before I can write it out.
I like to write about many things
It takes me out of here
Away from work and worry
Away from doubts and fears.
And for a while I’m in a world
So different from my own
Where I am calm and confident
And under Your control.
But just for now I will be quiet
And listen for Your Voice
Two friends can sit together
If silence is their choice.
Heb. 9.v 35-36.
©2009 Wyn Barratt.