Show me who I am to you
Show me what you want me to do
Show me where you want me to go
I will follow you til the end on the road
Your heart is what I want to know
Face to face I will know, what you show
In your presence I see clearly
In your presence I see deeply
It’s in you I find the meaning
of all things lingering
in my mind fighting for my attention
contending for my worship
who should I let sit on the throne of my mind?
who should I listen to you or my heart?
“Let me in”, you gently whisper,
let me show you, let me lead you
“Show me who I am to you!”, I whisper
Show me ME, and show me YOU. -BrisyO
I see the hand that reaches in
Digging deep into my heart,
mixing the rich, fine loose soil
His hand toils the powder of my heart.
Pain surges as He examines the content
to find the things that hide, the things that
hold back and block the growth of the seed, like Pride.
I feel every touch and hear his heart that says,
"hold on, be patient, believe and have Faith".
I clamber within, resistance sets in;
I cry out in agony, "Lord, please, is it over yet?"
Finally I surrender as I see at the distance
the little seed He plants, the little seed He whispers.
Gently He folds in the now fertile soil and smiles in delight
as he sees the work of His hands and my future in sight.
Seed, Time and Harvest my dear",
His words ring gently in my ear.
Surrender into growth,
and see in you the Lord's Wonder. - by BrisyO
While soaking on God's presence last year around this time, I began to write what I was feeling and this poem was formed:
There is a sound rising up in my heart coming forth from the east toward the west
bubbling up inside me like a river it circles and pools in my heart,
like a whirlpool it swirls and swirls.
I see white-water bubbling in it’s rage;
But it’s joy! It’s joy and freedom! Wild and free to flow!
Holding nothing back, I give it to you the waters of my heart, the flow within.
No one's going to hold me back any more.
No more fear, no more shame, no more accusations, no more lies, no more distractions,
no more confusion! Only peace, only joy. Let it rise God let it rise!
Nothing else matters in God’s presence, some get lost in fantasies to escape realities, I escape fantasies to get lost in His reality. God’s presence is more real than the real I see.
I can’t see Him but I breathe Him! Every breath brings life!
With every breath I take in, I close my eyes and I feel His face touch mine
Some day I will open my eyes and see Him there! -by BrisyO