Hanging On - Scott Phillips

hanging on

to hear your voice, oh Lord
to hear you speak
to receive your touch
your anointing
your Word
planted in my heart


i need
a touch from you
i desire
all you have for me
i want
to be closer to you
i ache
to hear your voice


for your voice has been silent
my feelings of you have been numb
my heart has had a vacant lot
with your name on it
my soul feels estranged
widowed, teary-eyed, entangled in doubt
doubt coupled with the insecurity of a dandelion
depression and fear like clouds
faith is hanging by chipped fingernails
trudging up this mountain
trees of despair surround
and hide the sun
and a robin perches
her red breast in proud stature
overlooking


and still my eyes fill with tears
throat parched and needling for a drop
waiting for a shower; a rainfall


you are still
you are silent
the trees sway and the clouds move about
but you are still
the robin sings
and the mountain is yet to be climbed
and you are still


I hold on by my chipped fingernails
waiting for my cry to be heard
now a melancholy gesture
waiting for your move
thirsting for living water
longing for your voice
your touch, your anointing
hanging onto this mountain by faith