Chickadee

Chickadee

I live in a cold land and sometimes you seem so distant, my God.

I know your voice by name…you are the distant one.

I search for the warmth of a Living God, where can I meet you?

Is warmth all you desire?  I have no room for you.

Why am I hungry in this “House of Bread” and longing for home?

You are so blessed…yet so wretched, miserable, and poor.

I remember the joy of your intimacy…the glad shouts, the melody of praise, the passionate cries… cruel memories in my heart.

I advise you to listen to me so you can sing.

Why do you look back?  Look up!  Hope in God; He will restore your song.

I love you with my righteous discipline…repent.

Don’t yield to the cold…God is faithful.

I am still calling you…are you listening?

Sovereign God, I hear your thunderous voice…You are my Rock.

Little One…you will dine in the House of the Lord.

God…why can’t I sing?

Little One…listen.

I bask in the warmth of your Son, and perhaps, I sing.

Inspired by Psalm 42 & Revelation 3:14-22