Faithful Doubting

Oh lonesome heart, which cries for filling
Of the empty spaces,
Can desire be changed to willing
Receipt of that which can't be earned?

I burn
To see and touch the face
Of Him who -- emptied and poured out upon the place
Where I should have been
Sacrificed -- was torn and spurned.

And yet when I turn
To catch a glimpse of that great One
Who walked where I should have gone
My doubts and fears, concerns and cares
Reduce my faith and still I yearn . . .

I need not touch your side or hands,
Nor linger at your feet. Those wounds
Are etched into my memory. Bound
Tightly in my thoughts the One I seek
Eludes me in my shifting sand.

Come satisfy my hungry heart
And feed the longing in my soul.
Restore the brokenness to one whole,
And in that moment make me Thine
As once I was under Eden's Star.


© rno 8-3-2005 Roanoke, VA