Replenished

When I walk where wayward whirlwinds whip over my face
in fullness of force and fury so they blow me farther on wrong paths,
it is there the Lord still waits to bring me to the pool of Bethesda,
the place in my soul where I pause from every lure of will
and lie down in His stillness to drink of His Spirit’s waters
slowly letting it cleanse my cares so I can see by faith eyes again.

Through the soft and gently silence do I feel replenished
to sit in the quiet and let it calm the echoes of fear’s thunder,
so as night comes I do not shudder in the darkness
or allow it to make me feeble by the creeping vines of doubt.

What sings inside from that resurging sense of His presence
is the rich and blessed bounty in revival’s reenergizing nectar.
By it the lips again speak with their special inner psalms
as the heart once more savors the joy of His gift of peace.

Oh the hope, the pure balm of spiritual incense
that fills within from the communion of surrender
where we release those tattered bonds to self
for the raiment of His deep abiding promise in salvation.

Under that covering all that distracted and cause distraught
slips so far away from causing confusing thoughts and their chaos
while all around is felt the light from His omniscience,
which gently holds onto the moment
like it was a timeless touch from eternity.