Meet me at the corner

I try to hide my feelings from You.
Too vulnerable, too fragile like what they said.
I couldn't comprehend Your Words at times,
I couldn’t utter my sincere thoughts.
I am embarrassed about what You might think of me.
I am afraid to meet You with my unbelief.

Yesterday I was under the purple sky
But right now, I'm under the grey space.
I'm unable to trace the lines,
Easy to fall into a false sense of fear.

I lift my hands and never utter a word.
Pour out what my heart cries.
Your Grace enables me to meet You
On a quiet night.
Longing for Your embrace and comfort.
You assure me, You're with me.
Words miserably failed,
Teardrops tumble on the floor.

You never change.
I want more of You.
In the stillness of the night
In the midst of loud snores
Between the moon and the stars
I can worship You.
I can gaze at Your beauty and Your loveliness.
I can feel Your presence.
You still meet me,
At the corner of my unbelief.
And lit up my hopes and faith.

You never fail.
You constantly assure me.

I want to sit here at Your feet.
Until I grow old,
I want to meet You at the corner.

I want more of You.
Forgive me from the bottomless of my ignorance.
For forgetting Your character
For allowing doubts to creep in

Who am I, Lord?
From being a feeble kid, a plain lady,
and now being a woman.

You still see me and meet me at the corner.

Your Spirit helps me.


As the season changes
You still stay the same.
You hold my hand.
You wipe my tears.
You hear my prayers.
You satisfy my soul.

I want more, more of You Lord.

God Almighty

Get yourself up on a high mountain.
Isaiah 40:9

Each believer should be thirsting for GOD and longing to climb the hill of the Lord in order to see HIM face to face. We should not rest content in the midsts of the valley when the summit of Tabor awaits us. Do not live in the lowlands of bondage now that mountain liberty is granted to you. Do not rest satisfied any longer with your small attainments but press forward to things more noble and heavenly. 

Charles Spurgeon, Evening by Evening

Published by Merrel Ya

A lady who has been pondering her hope into Christ, inhaling His grace, and enjoying the beauty of life. Writing about life, asking God about "kuliglig sa kanyang dibdib."

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