Staccato

Hopeless

Foolish

Useless

My thoughts they comprise.

The staccato

Verbiage

Of the

Enemy's lies.

Judgment

Begets

Judging

It pounds in my brain.

No peace

No quiet

I long

For refrain

As offended

I'm offended

Again

And again

Taking on

That offense

Is becoming

My sin.

I long to

Lash out

In frustration

And pain.

It pounds

And it grows

For my own thoughts

Disdain.

I long for the melody

Of Your priceless grace

To soften and slow

My rhythm and pace.

The song of Your heart

Is what I long to hear

Silence the cacophony

And just draw me near.

The battle is long

I can't run from myself

I need to hear Your song

I'm asking for Your help.

Silence this staccato assault

Of the enemy's lies toward me

Help me to rest in the freedom again

For which Christ set me free.

Can't care what "they" think

Or dwell on what's said

Just need peace in my heart

Your voice in my head.

My hope is in You

A fool for You I will be

Not defined by my "use"

Your love defines me.

Turn up the volume

Of Your song so true

My life has a purpose

Because I matter to You.

Louder I pray

Will You sing words of life

Calming my spirit

Subsiding my strife.

As the beating subsides

My spirit grows stronger

Help me now listen to You

And the enemy no longer.

Sing Father, sing

Your voice is so sweet

Into Your presence

I long to retreat.

Sing so that Your voice

Is all that I hear

Sing Father, sing

And just draw me near.

Peace You sing

And in harmony is love

The sweetest of songs

Comes down from above.

© Diana DePriest

August 25, 2013

The Lord your God in your midst,

The Mighty One, will save;

He will rejoice over you with gladness,

He will quiet you with His love,

He will rejoice over you with singing.”

Zephaniah 3:17