The Will and the Wait

Saul grumbled against You tonight
And I could see his hand around the spear
By the things that follow, I’m touched by fright
Uphold the one You’ve held as dear
Preserve my life from the lion’s den
Like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
When I stand defenseless before violent men
And what will occur, I cannot know:
Steel my reserves; cause me to stand
Whether I survive or perish.
You have inscribed me on Your hand:
Unworthy, unable, but cherished
Like You say bridegrooms sometimes do.
You’ve whispered the silence now approaches
And I’m scared of losing You,
And falling, falling into Your reproaches
But You never turn bitter, nor turn away,
Nor remove the mask of facade:
You will love me, come what may,
Because You, and You alone, are God.