IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT


The days that are filled with compulsive rushing

Hurrying from destination to destination

A endless stream of faces and voices

In the midst of frantic activity in the busyness of life

I am left with no respite of the quiet

No meeting with His voice

The day flies by and then the night

Another round of meet and greet

In the midst of the need to connect

I look to man to satisfy the bottomless well

The vacuum that never fills

As I search for the water in the desert sand.

Sleep finally takes me at the end of the long day

Exhausted and weary from the constant quest

Falling into the abysses of the still of my rest.

In the deep dark quiet of the middle of the night

I awake to find His very presence surrounding 

His very being permeating all of my room.

In the deep silence, I am still and soak in His essence 

His very holy presence has appeared without fail

At the time of my stopping my search for the answers

He brings me joy, peace, and love when I finally give up.

He has all been there all along

I just could not see Him while running in circles.

With my eyes frozen forward as I ran

Relying upon me--and not turning to look

At the source of it all-right next to me.

In the middle of the night, in the beauty of His presence

I stop and give thanks while remembering His gifts

I bathe in His grace and cling to His love

And wonder if tomorrow, when I begin anew

Will I remember to turn and look by my side

And cling to His presence in the heat of the day.

"My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress.
  I will never be shaken."
Psalm 62:1-2

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