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In the Still of the Night
by Angela M. Baker-Bridge In the still of the night, I wrestle with sleep My body trembles, heavy eyelids struggle Indifference leads my mind into an anxious abyss God is not pleased His Word calls me the temple of the Holy Spirit Why have I created a temple of doom? I've run from God in disobedience Permitting fear and anger to dominate Where love and peace should reign Be still my soul; release the pain Mediate on God's Word, not circumstances Envision victory, not disaster Beckon the solace of mattress and pillow Massage soreness with softness Speak mercy, grace, and love to my limbs Drift into dreams ordained by God Hear the whispers of His voice Release confusion and insanity No longer fighting battles not my own No more to say, I bid adieu Too tired not to be embrace restoration Have thy way oh Lord I pour out the vile within me Emptied, thy Spirit now can dwell Hold me tight in thy arms rock me Soothe my splintered mind Reassured, I can embrace the night, and your presence 11-22-07 __________________________________ Married to a minister for 30-yrs, Angela has two sons, a daughter-in-law, and two grandsons. She's passionately creative with a versatile portfolio. Out of hurt and pain, Angela writes from her heart and life. She touches others as she gives God the glory. She married a former pastor in '03. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |