In the Land of the Living


In the Land of the Living

I have seen Your hand at work
Here – in the land of the living
Here – in my own family.
Here – in my own heart.

Here – many prayers uttered
Through piercing cries
Have been, not only heard
But answered by You.

And yet –

Here – I still waver and doubt.
Here – I still reason and fret.
Here – I still listen to all
The wrong voices.

Here – I still allow
My inner compulsions
To propel me into action.

Ahead of You.
Ahead of Your will.
Ahead of Your plan.
Ahead of Your best.

Grant me lessons learned.
Grant me wisdom.
Grant me a willing heart.
Grant me a deep desire to wait
– however long – upon You.

I know You.
I know Your voice.
I know You are faithful.

Help me to yield to You
Without restraint or resistance.

– Laurie Pontious-Andrews


About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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