Original poem by Britney Lyn Hamm. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be shared without attribution or reproduced without written consent.
I wish I could remember when I first wrote this poem – what was happening in life, what prompted it. Truly, I have no idea. I found it in a file entitled “Writing” on my computer. It could be two years old or ten; I don’t know. What I do know is that these words could be my morning prayer every day, for they well describe the longings of my heart and the daily battles against the enemy’s lies.
Perspective Comes
I come before you, God my God,
To offer you this day
My simple prayer of offering
Becomes a desperate cry
All the world, it falls away
To it I’m all but blind
Perspective dawns and points me home
My worries, they unwind
This life that I’ve been living
What is it worth at all?
If bound in useless strangling lies
If freedom they demise
I’m weary of living for the world
Its standards measuring me
My simple prayer of offering
Becomes a desperate cry
Perspective hits and shows me home
For all this world’s a stage
Beseeching, falling, here I am
Bind my heart to Yours
Have all this world but I am Yours
Surrendered to your throne
Perspective comes and leads me home
His name is Adonai
*Photo taken by yours truly in Seattle, WA, October 2015