Whispers of My Soul

Dear Creator who paints the skies,
And stirs the sleeping earth alive,
Maker of the galaxies,
Beginning and the final prize.

Healer, Shepherd, Loving Friend,
Author whose care will never end,
I beg you hold this fragile child,
And keep me in your arms awhile.

It’s not because you’ve ever failed,
But my own heart feels weak and frail.
I know you’re good — that’s never gone,
But I grow weary, holding on.

I’m unfaithful.
I’m untrue.
I’m unkind.
I’m confused.
I’m unhappy.
I’m unsure.
Still, your love alone endures.

I’m a wandering sheep — so lost.
I’m a trembling branch — storm-tossed.
I wonder why you love me still,
Yet trust you always will.

Is it because you are all I lack?
You bore the weight I can’t take back.
You guide this foolish, straying heart,
Steady and patient from the start.

But Savior, you are kind and near,
You whisper hope when I can’t hear.
Where I see failure, you see growth,
Where I feel broken, you bring hope.

You roll your sleeves and start anew,
Shaping dreams I thought untrue.
A craftsman with the tender touch,
You lift me when I’ve lost too much.

In heaven’s feast, you make me stay,
Even when I’ve lost my way.
You turn my tables, change my view,
And love me deeper than I knew.

Lord, I stumble, but you loved first,
You held my soul at its very worst.
Who else but you, who calms my fears,
Could guide me home through all these years?

I’m tired of running, tired of pride,
Of chasing things that never satisfy.
I lay my wishes down at last,
And trust the future in your hands.

No more disguises, no more shame,
You clothe me whole in your own name.
Not fig leaves torn, but robes of white,
Dressed as your bride, pure in your sight.

You call me yours, I call you mine,
Together until the end of time.
I’ll wait with hope until you come,
And rest with joy in what’s to come.

You’re my treasure, my delight,
The keeper of both day and night.
And every story, every page,
Leads to your glory — age to age.