Even before I open my eyes, as sleep departs…

heard, are Your whispers…to be ever near, not far

then, as I go about my daily way…

there’s perpetual awareness...You have not strayed.

From a place where breaths of ardor dawn

a glory to You bursts forth …without warn

whereby my spirit calls out to Yours…countless times…

as I reassuringly feel for Your hand in mine.

These days my self-reliance has considerably changed

there’s a pant for Your essence…I’m rearranged

beyond compare…liken a sponge, I cannot stop

You are pursued and sort-after…a lot.

Now, there are those that don’t need You like this…

they just…know…thus, void is want of the ‘needy’ gist’s

and I don’t judge, but… I am not at all like them

whereby I’ve grown dependent upon You, my friend.

The extreme gratitude felt for Your hovering envoy… 

which spills, here and there, ribbons…of joy

is not silly or unnecessary in the least for me

as I’ve come to savor Your gifts to utmost degree.

Thus, a presence pined for each day…?

You, My Beloved Yahweh

for I’ve found that only You…reassures this heart…

even before I open my eyes, as sleep departs.

PSALM 139:17-18

©jmsbell-3/20/25