The psalmist whispered...

Where are you my Lord?
In the storms of my thoughts
and the tumultuous tempest
Of you the psalmist whispered
 ‘Seek His Face!’

Where are you my Lord?
Reaching out to me in my wretchedness
breathe your Word of Faith into me anew
wash away my insecurities
seal me in your will’s purity
and clothed with your confidence
Au Revoir, I’ll sing
to the broken fences
I’ve not seen yet
yet I renew my trust
in the promises
you spoke.

©Fanny Magnificat a.k.a Fanny L. Tamegnon is also the author of ... True Amazone...  For your copy, visit Chapters, Barnes & Noble, Kalahari, amazon, etc.

Holiness I desire

My Lord and my God
at times I wonder if truly
I comprehend how much
I mean to you

The more I desire holiness
the more I am aware of
my unceasing sinfulness
O how sensitive has become
this soul of mine who no more
tolerate lengthy time away from
the Sacrament of Reconciliation
my one in depth spiritual shower
through which I forget the Love
you are pouring on me
Wash me again
in your Precious Blood!
Wash me Lord!
Wash me Pure
for you

©Fanny Magnificat a.k.a Fanny L. Tamegnon is also the author of ... True Amazone...  For your copy, visit Chapters, Barnes & Noble, Kalahari, amazon, etc.