In prayer,
I dig my well deeper.
I count it all joy,
Though sorrow may seep
Through my walls.
Bubbling up,
Through muddy ground,
Pure and fresh
With hope,
Pure water emerges,
Gladdening as an eternal spring..
I am become,
A drink of water,
Drawn by the stranger,
Who meets me in his thirst.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Depravity now has its day,
The festering city
Erupts to spew abuse,
First on its children,
And then on those
Who come to its aid.
Perversity mocks virtue,
Opening it’s robes,
To welcome strangers for a night,
No home, no family, no love.
Let Sin not reign,
Call out again.
Seek liberty of spirit,
Spurn license,
And licentiousness.
Love the enemy
Within and without.
All men have sinned,
All suffer,
Abused and abuser.
Come, O Creator of Man.
Come holy plan.
Fight the battle
With heavenly hosts.
Build on these ruins,
A nation that is pure and just.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
In prayer,
I dig my well deeper.
I count it all joy,
Though sorrow may seep
Through my walls.
Bubbling up,
Through muddy ground,
Pure and fresh
With hope,
Pure water emerges,
Gladdening as an eternal spring..
I am become,
A drink of water,
Drawn by the stranger,
Who meets me in his thirst.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Light a fire in my lowly heart
That I may love Thee
More and more.
Accept my straw as kindling.
Ignite me as a sacrifice.
To be consumed.
Breathe on me in the furnace
Of your desires
For this child of Your creation.
Blaze to transform
By grace and Thy Holy Spirit,
My base metal into the finest gold.
Enflame my yearning heart
That love may burst forth,
Forevermore.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
In prayer,
I dig my well deeper.
I count it all joy,
Though sorrow may seep
Through my walls.
Bubbling up,
Through muddy ground,
Pure and fresh
With hope,
Pure water emerges,
Gladdening as an eternal spring..
I am become,
A drink of water,
Drawn by the stranger,
Who meets me in his thirst.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
In prayer,
I dig my well deeper.
I count it all joy,
Though sorrow may seep
Through my walls.
Bubbling up,
Through muddy ground,
Pure and fresh
With hope,
Pure water emerges,
Gladdening as an eternal spring..
I am become,
A drink of water,
Drawn by the stranger,
Who meets me in his thirst.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 