Empty-Handed (Fill Me Up) - Poem by Tea Kawana
It’s my compulsion to write
Because passing each day
without telling You
is like a portion of water
evaporating from my soul
and I don’t want to run dry.
And so Lord I ask you to fill me;
fill me for me to reach that stupor
I get locked in:
where the bars and the chains
and the pad lock are a comfort,
because in that way I am free.
You said You would never leave me
and I believe that.
I’m not empty nor feel empty
it’s just that at times I don’t feel
You like I should be;
it’s not distance
but it’s not as close.
Lift me Lord, Saviour You who
And don’t leave me empty-handed,
fill me to learn,
fill me to prepare,
fill me to speak,
fill me as You lend
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