Poem -

RETURNING TO A LOW PLACE

RETURNING TO A LOW PLACE

I've been running around in circles 
When You wanted me to be still

You wanted my undivided attention 

For my heart to wait upon Your will

I'm kind of busy, trying to please You

I have so much to do

Can we talk about this later

When my job is through?

I'm RETURNING TO A LOW PLACE 

Falling on my knees

I'm crying out to Jesus 

In my distress and my unease

It's time to get low once again

To fall upon my face

To humble my heart before You

And enter that holy place

Where I stop, whatever I'm doing

To be silent and be still

Where I listen more attentively 

To follow Your perfect will

Oh, take me back to the low place

Where I don't depend on what I can do

Where you let me know, I can do nothing

Of myself, without You

You want our hearts to be more dependent 

For our eyes, to look to You

You're somehow trying to teach us

It's more important, what You do 

It's time to get low once again

To fall upon my face

To humble my heart before You

And enter that holy place

 

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