Do I yet know,
Comprehend, fathom, realize, undergo,
Have I now heeded,
Listened discovered and needed,
The Lord, the everlasting God
The Creator,
Designer, Sustainer, Composer
Of all on the earth, this world of turf,
That from Him, all has it's worth.

Do I now know He never grows tired
Drained or worn,
All that He gives is freely born.
By imparting His power
Energy, force, authority shower
Unrestricted on me,
Powerless, fragile, tender,
I often can be,
As I become weary and very tired,
Drained, exhausted, ever so spent
And need to be fired,
Sparked, impassioned, ignited,
By hope in the Lord,
Sovereign, Almighty Master,
To live in His Word.

For on His strength I now can rely,
Depend, lean, trust,
To lift me on high
Above everyday life,
Mortality, time, existence
With all it's struggle,
Rivalry, coldness and strife.

He gives me the wind to blow forth my sails,
To give me the height, to know eagle flight,
To banish the darkness,
Trials, blackness of night.
Thus I can run free,
Liberated, relaxed, unfettered
And not weary be.
And not walk defeated,
Overwhelmed, beaten, crushed,
For in glory I'm seated,
Installed, located, forever cradled.


Yes, all is completed,
Above all I sing,
For He is the wind
Beneath my wings.

Isaiah 40:28-31


Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au