
Hurry and awaken!
It is time to rise
As the day is half-spent
And yet you slumber,
Giving excuses without number
When there is work to do,
Lest you die.
Do you not care
About your demise?
Will you not share
In what is true
Instead of lumbering
Through your days in lies,
Ignoring the proofs
Of His reality
Vaunting experiences
Too painful to remember
(And almost too powerful to ignore)
Over the ways
And One you were created for?
Jesus is your author
And disdains the shallows
You have succumbed to,
The muck and mire
Of doubt and delusion,
The force and fire
Of cries and confusion
That your prayers
Are nothing more
Than hollow and worthless
And efforts meaningless.
He writes no pointless stories
Unworthy of reading
Though with your bleeding
You stain draft after draft,
Page after page,
With choices unbecoming
Of His glory,
Unworthy of His Name
That belie His intentions
And delay His purposes
For thoughts and narratives of your own;
If there is no happy ending
It will be your fault alone.
O Lord resurrect this faith
That I may live again.
Let your faithfulness
Inspire and infuse my own
I know Your Name
Through faith in Your Name
Will make me strong
As the light of Your glory
Overtakes and overwhelms
The shadows of doubt
That have consumed me.
Grant me ears to hear Your Word
Instead of ignoring Your will
Like a book unopened.
May my faith, like a soldier,
March in lockstep
Matching Your stride
Instead of playing seek and hide
Shrinking from what I feel
And the wounds that refuse to heal.
By Thy grace
Let me stagger not at Your promises
Through unbelief
But walk beyond
What my eyes can see.
May I no more be faithless, but believing,
No longer foolish, but achieving,
Enduring hardness when need be
And enjoying Your presence anew,
Confident You will not fail
To complete Your work
Until the day of realized truth avails
Your return and my book’s flyleaf.
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