In the Morning

images.jpeg In the morning's ache of impatience,

though all my thoughts are reckless,

though my prayers are short and scattered,

you stir my heart's affections for you.


I cry out at every blurry daybreak

with greedy, grasping paws

for your firm grip of faithfulness

to lather on love's thick cement

that binds me in obedience.


My alacrity is peeled and frayed,

Sin's teeth sink deep with vengeance.

And when idolatry persuades

Shackle me, neck, hand, and foot

to your steadfast and piercing word.


You calm my restless limbs

You soothe my blistered cravings

And with you, Lord, my heart explodes

with joy, and soul-sighing Peace

that defies explanation.