This Little Shelf of Mine

Put here on this shelf of Yours, 

my eye can only see, 

 those things that You alone, 

 want me to see.

Influence has diminished, drive no longer exists. 

Put here on this shelf of Yours where contentment is the key, 

to see what You would have me see, 

can only come from Thee. 

 

You say I can complain to You, 

the Psalms give me this clue, 

but only with certain thoughts in mind, 

that lead me back to You. 

 

You give me the grace to live upon this shelf 

learning to shed anything that takes my gaze from seeing only You. 

 

 Very possibly I will sit here quite a while, 

maybe forever learning from this trial.

But as a loving Father,

 You have given me this time,

 to peer into Your heart 

which only reveals the depravity of mine. 

 And as I do just that, 

I scrutinize the chambers, 

the interiors, the hidden rooms of those depths.

I begin to see the chattel, that takes me from Your throne. 

Then I can only bow before Your mercy

 as I trust in You alone.

As long as You would have me 

to wait here on this shelf, 

give me the grace to thank You for

 it's simplicity and delph. 

Materials made,

 by a wounded hand 

and carved for me before the world began.

  

For with You, 

even shelves are gates showing me Your love, 

as it constantly flows to your children 

waiting in repose,

And until I learn my lessons 

  which You alone have the plan,

I will await the distant drumbeat

 that You alone began.

by Me