I Am Rahab…In This Quiet Place
by JC Miller
In this room
In this space
In this quiet place much needed
I found myself bent over
I found myself worn out
I found myself barely holding on
Lord, but I picked up my troubles
Lord, but I picked up my pain
Lord, but I picked them up and gave them over to You to claim
Why then do I cry?
Why then do I hide?
Why then is there silence, no answers from the sky?
Have you heard?
Have you forgotten?
Have you left my side?
In this room
In this space
In this quiet place much needed
I bend over in prayer
I wear out my knees
I hold on to my faith in thee
Picking up my troubles
Picking up my pain
Picking up to give them to You again
I’ll cry… because I’m weary
I’ll hide… but in Your peace
I’ll listen for your voice… Lord, even if it kills me
You heard my plea
You haven’t forgotten
You stand by my side
In this room
In this space
In this quiet place much needed
Because I am Rahab, too
Love that Jess! The Lord knows His daughters that have a thirst for Him; it is not a thirst for the things of the world but a cry that has not been satisfied because it’s Promise has not been fulfilled. Be blessed Lovely!