"Mourning"
7/20/11

Posted as part of Project 365 - for the day: May 8, 2012


I pray for mourning,
My heart's sorrows rise with a yearning
Of my soul
To see me whole
But broken,
My laments
Rise again,
May they be a beautiful scent,
The aroma to rouse You
And ravage You
And bring You to me
Your servant is calling

I pray for my mourning,
The sorrow rises on the sun's falling
And over the edge of my yearning
I pray for my heart's discerning
To see through the lessons I am learning
And into the process of a promise,
That I may know I have all there is
To hold on to hope with all that is in me
As I pray, I pray for my soul to be
Safe in Your sight,
My heart wrapped in Your might
And I will stand,
Stand and raise up my hands
Even when I
Am overcome with the cry
To ease my soul
And to be whole
And holy in Your sight,
God, see my plight,
Your hope in the night,
And with the dawn's light
See my sorrows rise,
Rise as beauty to Your eyes,
See to this and make it so,
Above all, all I need to know
Your strength is my hope,
Your constancy my light,
I learn to cope,
I fall to Your might

Your truth is my guide,
Your word is my path,
I can survive with You by my side,
I will go where You hath
Ordained me to walk and be
And to walk where You lead
Is the direction for me,
All the information I ever need,
And I will run in the night,
Rest in the light,
And push through with Your might

I will never be idle or asleep
In the light of You
Promise my heart and soul to keep
In Your protective view

And my sorrow's rise,
My heart's endeavoured cries,
Lift up my soul
Patch up the holes
As I pray for my mourning,
Beneath the twilight dark and fading,
Far off sight
Is that the sun's light?
And dawn may be in the making,
But I am not yet fashioned
To be wholly impassioned
To see my dark night through
I cannot make it apart from You,
Take my hand, raise it high,
Higher than the moon in my dark sky,
And I,
I will run with the passion, strength
Of all the fire You feel for me,
And I will follow You the furthest length
Until a promise true I see

And as I wait for the dawn,
I grasp hope,
I learn to cope,
Father, my Father, lead on,
As I pray for mourning
I see my heart's sorrows truest yearning
Pierce straight through
My hope is in You,
I am safe with You

My heart is Yours,
Take what You will,
Let me become no more
Sans Your chosen still,
And I may be broken,
Yet never forgotten,
And I am not beholden
To the dark overlock
When You see through the dark,
You are my rock,
As I pray for the mourning of my heart

I pray for mourning,
My heart's sorrows rise with a yearning
Of my soul
To see me whole
But broken,
My laments
Rise again,
May they be a beautiful scent,
The aroma to rouse You
And ravage You
And bring You to me


A/N: No, I did not misspell and mean "morning." Each timee I used the word "mourning," I did, indeed, mean "mourning."