More Of Thee

Psalms 42:1-2
[1]AS THE HART PANTETH AFTER THE WATER BROOKS, so PANTETH MY SOUL AFTER THEE, O God.
[2]MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR God, for THE LIVING GOD: when shall I come and appear before God?

I was shut in a cavern by a stone
I wanted none inside but me alone 
I was tempted, bruised and tried 
Sleepless nights I haplessly cried 
Nature against me was also leagued 
Thunder ramblings to stinging cold seagued 
Terrible roll of the relentless billow 
And rush of gales clouded my brow 
In my cavern of pitch darkness 
I lay torpid, listless and hopeless!

One day I heard unusual utterance 
My name! This bespoke forebodance 
Alas! "Come into my marvelous light "
Impossible!Didn't He know my plight? 
And who'd roll back the stone? 
No! No! Just leave me alone! 
"I will!"He'd read my sullen thought 
Impossible!All my efforts had yielded naught

"I am sent of the Ancient of Days"
"Neither are your ways my ways"
I am that I am, child don’t chide 
A strange pulsation grounded my pride 
"In an acceptable time have I heard thee"
"In a day of salvation have I helped thee"
"Behold, now is the accepted time"
"Behold, now is the day of salvation"

Convicted I cried,"Help my unbelief!"
Suffer no more my deplorable grief 
He rolled the stone by Himself 
"To them that are in darkness, shew yourselves"
"Thou shalt no longer be termed forsaken"
"In the hand of the Lord you'll be a royal diadem"
"And thou shalt be called by a new name"
I wondered at His compassion on the ignorant 
One exposed to all manner of spiritual vagrant
Great joy and peace thrilled my soul 
I've never felt like that,no not at all!

"I have loved thee with an everlasting love"
"Drew you with cords of a man,with bands of love"
"Son be of good cheer;thy sins be forgiven thee"
I cavilled,"What is man that thou art mindful of him?"
He said,"Fret not!There's much more untold"
"I will make a man more precious than fine gold"
Forthwith He lifted me up to my trembling feet 
"Walk before Me,and be thou perfect!"
"I will strengthen thee;yea I will help thee"
I leapt and pleaded "More of Thee! More of Thee!"

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