Nothing Else To Give

My soul faints with longing for Your salvation, but I have put my hope in Your word.

Psalm 119:81

I have nothing else to give.

I am drained, I am harvested,

I am the remnants of a fading field.

All I have prayed and hoped

and dreamed to be have

fled and folded in tight crevices,

cradled compartments in which

I hold my illusions and gain silence

that forever calls my name.

I am holding strong on empty.

I am forgetting You have more,

implore more for my being.

But what can I do,

in my meek and minor moments?

Timid I was born to be

and timid shall I stay.

Hold me close,

breathe a reminder upon my lips

that You have seen my

darkest shadows,

my deepest dwellings caked with doubt,

but that You can lift my broken pieces

and take them to the heights

that they were meant to see,

the light they were meant to feel.

Let Your dawn unfurl inside me,

let it fill my frenzied nights

and finally find my purpose.

Prayer:

Lord, I have nothing more to give to you in my weakest and faintest moments. With my last strength, all I ask is that I seek Your face and You fill me with Your light and direction. Continue to guide me, Father, as I am stumbling along the way. Amen.