MAKE ROOM FOR ME (A conversation with God)
I’m so tired, Lord
What has become of me?
My heart is broken, but I’m the one holding the hammer
Why did I become this, allowing these things to be?
I still feel You nudging me
Prompting me to come see about You
Glancing at my prayer shawl to cover me
But when I do that, I’m at a loss, I don’t know what to do…
Imaginations of You looking upon me
Shaking Your head at me just wondering
“Did I make a mistake? Did I fumble the ball?”
Disappointment within myself should be that of humbling…
Questioning the ability You have trusted me with
Eloquence in speaking, singing and verses by pen
The coin has been flipped so many times by Your people
I don’t know if I am coming or going, whether to stay or go ‘round when You say when?
I so want to be back in Your good graces
I have sat in silence waiting to hear your sweet whisper
Needing to feel Your presence now more than ever
Wanting You to send Your word, my head to be lifted by The Lifter…
Remove the thoughts which try to consume me
Wanting me to end it all, without a thought of anyone or anything!
Protect me from the very things that keep me from speaking to you regularly
Shower down upon me! Fall upon me! Cover me! Hide me under Your wings!
“I am here…
I have been here
I haven’t left you
I have lifted you, dried every tear…
I have stood in the gap during times of turmoil
Prevented you from harming yourself and others
I have kept you quiet when you wanted to lash out
Shielded you when you simply didn’t want to be bothered
I have been tugging at your spirit
I have poking you in your gut
I have whispered to you, not giving you dreams
I still want you to serve Me, serve all of Me no matter what
I want you to make room for Me
I want you to clean up your house for Me
I want you to refurnish your spaces just for Me
So all of My plans can sit in its places with nothing moving, just letting them be…
I know you have been trying to form proper wording to speak to Me
Your tears have been speaking volumes of your heart’s desire for Me
When you were singing, you were overcome in the very depts of your heart
Yet, you held it together, singing to My glory, not worried about who would hear or who would see…
When I speak to your spirit, you begin to write
I’m not just giving you urges; I want to transmit through you
Reflecting on your situations, circumstances so you can tell them
The beginning of you becoming healed, delivered, set free so you can do
Everything I have appointed you to do
All I have purposed you to do
Make room for all of Me
Make room for Me to speak through and to you!
Make room for the very deepest parts of Me
As I have called you to that deeper side to see
How I crave for my children to call upon me
Wanting them to see Me but to fall upon their knees
Wanting them to do what they were created to do
To worship Me in My spirit, but in their truth
Their truth to know they are not perfect, perfection they are seeking
Perfection in Me to seek Me and allow Me to bring them the joy of their youth…
As I lift my eyes
The burden of heaviness has been released
The joy of the Lord has been given to me like never before
I am thankful to God for giving me new life, causing death thoughts to cease!
There are still some things that I need to get rid of
But the shame from those painful and shameful things
Will not keep me from speaking against them with prayers they will leave
The strength of the Lord has penetrated me while hiding beneath God’s wings.
©T. T. Taylor 2022