Today I am joining a beautiful community of writers for the Five Minute Friday where we are given a word prompt and write for just 5 minutes for the joy of writing. No editing or backtracking necessary. No need to be perfect. This is where I get to write, letting it all go, allowing the words tucked away deep inside my heart to find their voice.
Tired, I stumble through the day.
Foggy, listless, darkness looming.
Where did my zest for life go?
When did my zeal for His presence fade?
I cry out, “Come Lord, come and Fill”!
My heart is aching, yearning, longing.
My tears fall hard and fast.
My sighs so loud they can be heard.
“My Daugther, You cry to be filled.
But in order to be filled, you must come empty.
All that you hold onto, all of your hopes and dreams,
Will you lay them at the alter, will you lay them at My feet?”
“Yes, Lord, I will come.
Trembling hands and wobbly knees,
broken, bruised, tired and worn.
Into Your presence, where only Your blood makes me worthy
to stand, to lift my voice and cry out, ‘Come, Lord, Come and fill’
Empty me, take all of me, and come and fill to overflowing.”
*I am often amazed at what come out of my heart with these writing prompts. I rarely write poetry. Thank you Jesus that you know me better than I know myself.