When the words won’t come…
I wait
When inspiration fails…
I trust
When sheer busyness bogs me down…
I rest
When the words won’t come…
You are there, arms open wide…
Beckoning me
You are all, and the words fail, and fall
From silent lips, hushed in awe:
You hear my heart, and say:
“Rest, My child, no words today from your lips are needed…
I hear your heart, and will fill that empty place.”
To which I say:
“When the words won’t come…
You are Enough”
