the load that lay like lead

The load 
that lay
like lead
lifted:
instead:
peace.
The dread
that hung
fogthick, gray,
faded away;
and with release,
day.
The trial
the same...
unsolved,
but this:
now
it is
His.
-Ruth Bell Graham

Psalm 45:1

Beautiful words stir my heart. 

I will recite a lovely poem about the king,

for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.

Psalm 45:1

   

 

You are the river,

That purifies and cleanses me.

Your Spirit calms

The storm in me.

Your commands are

Melodies that provoke

My soul, my will, my all

To Surrender.

Like the wind,

You offer me breath.

You are a shattered rock,

Through the cracks

flow sacred blood

Giving me life.

Your shadow alone

Would be a save haven for me.