in the bending and the breaking
and the wrecking of this world,
there’s the peace and still descending
from your solitary word,
that no matter what confronts me
or how foul the bitter cold,
or how piercing is the tearing
of my heart from loving bold,
or how anger, lust, resentment come
uproot the lives of friends,
or how fierce the drought and fire
of the words that cut and blend
all the lies and shouts and voices
casting doubt in depth of mind,
that no matter all these things above
or any more i’ll find,
your love it will consume me
and a bed for me to rest
it will make, each day remind me,
from the heavens i’ve been blessed.
and in the bending and the breaking
and the wrecking of this day,
i will shut my eyes, in joyful lull,
and in Your love, i’ll lay.
