Here I am, Lord

Here I am, Lord,
Just where you knew I would be.
Here, set apart, but thinking of Thee.
What a task for my mind;
it is so small and so used to the minutiae of earth,
that to think of you, my God, is simply overwhelming.

The sky above looms large and sometimes
seems to threaten all that is around me.
It drifts off into a haze, at the boundaries not of my sight,
but the far horizon:
Sometimes the edge is formed by the crest of a hill:
More often, for me, it is at the very rim, of the sea.
For I live close by the shore of your Love.

But you are not there, at that ‘margins edge’ as it were:
Nor at the soft and fluffy edge of a cloud:
Not there, where the thunder rumbles loud:
Not at some distant, hidden, dainty spot;
nor where the sky-lark sings his little heart out long and shrill.
But everywhere that You will!

So where do I find You, Lord?
Not in some learned tome, nor yet a marbled tomb.
Not on some far and distant hill, nor cloudy bank,
nor pretty rill.
But where I always have, and will,
within a heart that loves Thee, still.

Come, precious Lord.
I need you so.
Come, hold, and never let me go!
Within your arms I safe would be,
both now, and for eternity.

Amen.       

© R W Kinkaid

Where is God?

Where is God?
Is He there?
Cos it sure doesn’t feel
Like He’s trying to care.

I’m all alone
With the feelings inside
But where is God?
He’s run off to hide.

The God of love –
Where is He?
Who once I knew
Who set me free.

He made me excited:
Excited to live,
To love, to laugh,
To care, to give


I miss my God,
Where have you flown?
I don’t want to be here
Sad and alone.

But the truth is hard –
God’s not gone away.
He made us a promise
That with us He’d stay.

It’s me who’s run
Not God, He’s there.
He reaches out
To love and care

And when I accept
That alone is not right
I’ll reach out my hand
And He’ll hold me tight.

© Nicki Crow

Nicki Crow is a young person (21) from the Cardiff Circuit and writes: I have recently been in hospital due to my depression and would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who visited me, took me out, gave me hugs and prayed for me. I wrote the following poem during my admission and wanted to share it with you. There is always hope for the future when you know God. Deuteronomy  31:6  "He will not leave you or forsake you"