August 30, 1995
Lord, I wake early these few days,
and turn and toss in a half-sleep,
straining to hear You.
Or, is it You Who is calling to me in my sleep?
Memorised verses from Your Word are on my lips,
yet I strain to say them all through with difficulty.
and I wake with a frown, a yearning,
the agitated feeling of a message not completely received.
And in my prayer I yearn for You to speak to me,
to direct my steps.
And yet I know You do;
I know You are ever there beside me.
Like Thomas, I long to hear You
and to stand before You as he did;
I long so much that I feel the surge of tears
behind my eyes.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
And yet there is so much to do;
So many that You want to come to You;
So many that do not know You.
Help me to speak Your Word to them.
show Me the way to show them that You are
the Way,
the Truth,
and the Life.
Come, Holy Spirit, come;
Come, Counsellor, come;
Come, Helper, come.
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