a poem

"Have thine own way, Lord. Have thine own way."

Oh Lord--all my weakness and fragility, my swaying heart are yours alone.
Though tidal swirls of longing come
And yearning I cannot bear--
You hold me close in sheltering rest, a refuge for me there.

Feigned desire and mock enthusiasm
Die in your refining gaze--
Smelted from love's true light,
The dross burns quickly away.

A steadfast heart I hope to have
And faith unwaning still,
But only your eternal heart
Has love enough to fill.
And quell the doubts in blood
spilt from spear-pierced side.

Assurance wanted,
Assurance found.
My God is my portion--
His praises resound.