Closet Time

Sometimes I can’t see Yasha,

And I’m bordering on despair.

I grope in darkness for Him,

And I do not find Him there.

There is no light before me,

And I cry in desperation;

By faith I know He’s with me,

But I need confirmation.

I scramble to our meeting place;

Away from the clamorous crowd,

And all the earthly clatter,

Where I voice my plea aloud.

The Spirit whispers softly,

"It is I that called to thee;

I’ve drawn you to the closet,

To communicate with me."

Sometimes I get too involved,

And forget our fellowship,

Then lose touch with Spirit,

And my foot begins to slip.

Life’s cares overwhelm me,

If I don’t spend time in prayer;

My cross gets much too heavy,

And my load too hard to bear.

But when I set some limitations

On earth’s bidding for my time,

And seek Him in my closet,

His peace and wisdom’s mine.

Mildred Eslick Garner