You fill me
I find it's You who infinitely
satisfies me fully,
who fuels and feeds my fire,
suppressing my flesh that so foolishly
feasts on the foul fruits
that sometimes thrill me
but never fill me.
You surpass my finite mind that's flooded with
frivolous facts, false fantasies and fruitless fiction.
frivolous facts, false fantasies and fruitless fiction.
Sating my starving soul,
going past fleeting infatuation to
stirring up a passion
so that what I finally feel on the
inside
is sheer satisfaction.
In fact, it's the lack
of love that lurked in my lonely
unlucky past
that left me longing for something
more than immoral lust.
I was looking for someone other than
the normal loser
whose mutterings were mere moralizing meanderings
that never moved me.
But more, a linguist whose lips could speak unlimited love languages
to my languishing soul.
whose mutterings were mere moralizing meanderings
that never moved me.
But more, a linguist whose lips could speak unlimited love languages
to my languishing soul.
And that was You, immortal Lord.
You speak from your wealth of wisdom
words that work to weave meaning and worth
into the worst of my situations. And like a wordsmith
you spoke straight to my distracted and distraught
heart so
I stopped straining to maintain a vain wish
that what I aimed and waited for couldn't be attained.
Because all of that actually abounds
in You.
When your loving arms surround me
When your loving arms surround me
it
confounds the hurt and harm that has so marked me,
countering the hissing lies of Satan that have hounded me
and fills my much too strong-willed,
restless heart,
now stilled and at rest from the wrestling match
now stilled and at rest from the wrestling match
between my past and Your promises.
My being abused used to trap me into
utilizing the poor excuse
that others want to use me, and inevitably will bruise me,
But you so aptly infuse in me the
beautiful and absolute truth
that you are One in whom I can truly trust.
So I refuse to maintain mumbling that mind-numbing mantra
stating maybe I was just meant to remain
In an empty, sorry state of muted solitude.
In an empty, sorry state of muted solitude.
I revel in the reality that in my Father's love
I am found refreshingly fulfilled.
I am found refreshingly fulfilled.
my famished heart feasting on His fathomless, fascinating fellowship.
It's You who fills me.
Finally. Fully. And forever.