Prayer Night

Most the church has come and gone,
There only remains a special few.

Pacing the aisles of the sactuary,
Hearts offering praises to you.

For all you've done.

All your doing...

and what you intend to do.

It's the intimacy of your presence,
That keeps us in this place.

It's so real, it's so evident,
Your love radiates from every face.

With my lips I simply pray,
"Lord, I can just feel you right now."

I want this everyday,
Sweet Lord Jesus, show me how.

A small whisper breaks the silence,
One that's spoken in my ear.

Is that you God, Abba Father?
Is that your voice that I hear?

"I don't want you to just 'feel' me,
I want you to be FILLED with me."

I'm humbled here, I'm broken,
I was blinded, now I see.

I was seeking comfort,
I desperately wanted the affection

It was done in a wrong manner,
Wasn't expecting God's correction.

I am thankful now, I know,
If I TRULY want the passion,

I've gotta come with a pure heart,
It wont come in a vain fashion.

2009 Demesha Wright

New Foundation

I'm vulnerable, spinning in circles,
not much anymore seems clear.
Am I to stay, am I to go,
His voice I cannot hear.

Picture this..

Being held by your feet,
And turned upside down.
Dangling over uncertainty,
Silence becomes the worst sound.

Beneath you a hole is dug,
It goes down, oh so deep.
And under all the muck and mire,
Is something that makes you weep.

...TEARS OF JOY...

It's solid, it's strong,
not built with mans hands.
The former, it was faulty,
But this, I know it stands.

When I'm beat up and hurting,
And I feel as if I'm falling.
When my heart inside is melting,
This simple truth is reassuring...

There is a foundation thats unchanging,
It's built on Almighty alone.
And when I run to this strong tower,
I'm at rest, I'm at home.

My new foundation has now been laid,
One I'm sure will not crumble.
The only thing to still be broken,
Is my heart, because it's humbled.

© 2009 by Demesha Wright