Hope Expectancy
(Psalm 42)
Why has eager hope turned into
meager hope?
Why is my soul cast down?
Why do I stare at my feet?
When did I lose my hope-expectancy?
I trusted in my feelings and
now I no longer feel hopeful;
Hope is not burning in my bones.
My bones are dried up,
lifeless, with no marrow.
But I still hold on to my faith,
My belief that He is true and real,
though all this world is but a shadow;
Jesus promised--and He cannot lie:
"I will go." "I will come again."
The Faithful One has promised and I will
cling to that promise.
You see me, Lord--
Down here, untethered to earth,
holding lightly to these shadows,
suitcase in hand,
ready to leave at a moment's notice,
packed and waiting,
and waiting.
It is so easy to stand gazing,
gazing up at the sky,
willing it to open, to pull apart--
but I will wrench my eyes from
the bright heavens
and do the next thing
You placed in front of me,
whether I feel like it or not.
But Lord, do not let me lose heart!
Do not let me outlive my
hope expectancy.
I have set my suitcase down,
but I will not unpack it.
Give me ears tuned
to heaven's frequency--
I want to hear that very first note
of Your trumpet.
I do not feel very hopeful, but
My confidence is in You,
not in my own feelings;
You alone are the strong anchor of my
own feeble hope.
lori fiechter
3-8-05
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