My faith is weighed down,
Because I know myself,
And my inconstancies.

But Lord,
I know You,
And Your eternal and intimate constancy,
And so I lean on You.
Pick me up, press me to Your cheek,
Plant a kiss on my forehead.

Before You set me down,
To my place in this day,
Write me on Your Heart,
For I will You to sign me
Upon That most gracious Heart,
And seal me with Your Fidelity.

For Faith shall not fail me,
But deliver me,
Like the weak and wanting babe, I am,
Into Your ever-loving grasp.

© 2017 Joann Nelander

Music of Mother

In my beginning,
You were there,
Constant in the throbs
That matched my own.

When I came forth
Into the light
Into the cold,
You were my warmth,

Now, you carry me,
At your bosom,
I sway gently
With your every move.

Even in sleep,
As in our earlier days,
With you surrounding me,
Your rhythm is comfort,
And your heartbeat, a lullaby.

Embraced, at your breast,
I learn the dance,
I follow your lead.

by Joann Nelander