You My Lord

You My Lord

My Lord why do I struggle to trust Thee?
Are you not my refuge?
Are you not my fortress?
Are you not the anchor of my salvation?
Why do I fear?
Are you not in control?
Are you not the sovereign creator of all?
Yes, Lord you are.
You are that and speechlessly more,
You bring showers upon the righteous and the wicked,
You raise the morning sun
And put the dew upon the grass,
You know all days, past and future,
You know the striving and longings of your people,
You have indwelt in us and among us
You are the giver of peace and are truth,
You know the sin of all hearts
And the wickedness of all minds
And yet you became a man
The Son of David
The King-Priest in the line of Melchizedek
You were mocked and persecuted
Tortured, beaten and scourged
You sweated blood
And cried to the Father who is You
You were pierced through
Thorns were shoved into your brow
Abandoned, neglected and forsaken
You hung on a wooden cross.