The Wanderer in the Valley of Vision [Christian Poetry] (Full Manuscript)

Chills of Confession

Though I am emptied, waiting to be filled
In all these things, I get chills
For I sing of His promise, unfulfilled
His grace enables and His peace stills
While my heart's ground is tilled
I praise Him and declare (for me) His will

In all this, I get chills

While I wait for an open wound to be healed
His Word teaches my faith to not rely on what I see or feel
But to His glory, He enables me to sing while His hand is pressing
And declare that: Love is there
In the middle of the testing
That because of His abundant Mercy and not my bankrupt merit
He will bring about His Faithful Blessing

To declare all of this
His promise to be fulfilled
Despite the pain that persists
His presence is the song
That gives me chills