Needing God

Sick days are where I lay,
brain not working but still I pray.
Revelation has gone away,
my caterpillar ways have gone astray.
And still your promise stays with me.

Faith is what I have in You,
Your watchful ways catch mine.
But how foreign all this does feel,
and only short time can heal.
Every day away from You is unsatisfying.

But You have never left me,
It is You who set me free.
You are patient as can be,
because it is Your will I see.
I lean on Your presence.

You are the everlasting God,
the everlasting God.
You spread your seeds and sow,
for us to water and grow.
Your cold spring breeze aids me freely.

Thank you beautiful one,
Your majesty and shining King.
Father of everything.
Your presence here with me.
The three who are one in each.