Treacle {walking}

 I want to blast the horn
And bang timbrel and drum
I want to blow the trumpet
To shout Jesus is Lord in my life
Inside, in my heart, I can dance
Proclaiming from the rooftops
Shouting out with joy
Resounding through the air
And I am a believer
I know that it is His chest I lean back on
It is His arms around me in protection
It is Him that strokes my hair
But I am stuck
Stuck in this mud filled swamp
Some days I can barely breath
Let alone shout.
Just like the psalmist of old
I cry out in the darkness
I plead for this distortion to leave
Over and over I cry out His name
I see the people around me
With their bubbly, friendly smiles
And yet I can’t connect
A treacle barrier persists
One day I shall jump up
I shall leap in praise of the Lord
But today I thank God He is with me
Keeping me safe and sound
I am being stretched but not shattered
There is a strain on my heart as I fumble
In the dark to move to His rhythm
I am sitting in the middle of a storm
I have no ship, no boat
Not even a rudder
I am tossed around with the waves
But I surrender all to Him who knows best
Today I choose to live, to live in Christ
Today I choose to sit in this mire
Until He lifts me up, lifts me out
And places me once more on the solid rock.

…wrestling in prayer for you, that you may stand firm in all the will of God, mature and fully assured. —

Colossians 4:12