I am a missionary in Spain who desires for the power of the Holy Spirit to be unleashed in me, to be unabashed about the love of Christ, and unafraid to go where God calls. These are my stories in this journey of letting God have everything.

01 October 2006

Solitude Sunday

Silence and Solitude.
Words thought but not spoken.

The trees cry out on my behalf,

They cry out to you.
In this silence, I worship you.

You want nothing more than all of me.

In this solitude, I give it to you.
My mouth is closed, but my heart is open.

I'm alone, but you are here.

Speak your words so I may hear.

I'm sitting and waiting for you.

I may not feel you, but I know

You are with me sharing in my
Silence and Solitude.

3 comments:

Troy said...

Loved reading this poem, Amy! Good stuff, and glad you posted it.

Troy

kelly_w said...

good stuff!
k

Heather said...

Wicked cool girlie :)