Poetry by Merrick

He Is There

From life’s first cry, life’s first sight,
While running amidst sunlight,
He is there.
In your first kiss, ‘I love you,’
To ‘marry me’ and ‘I do’
He is there.
When sickness falls or mom dies,
Even ‘midst the worst of cries,
He is there.
When life crushes your last hope,
And you want to wear the rope,
He is there.
When life seems it’s at the peak,
And Him alone you do seek,
He is there.
Yes, from your very first breath,
To your last, even to death,
God is there.

A Desiring Thirst

Desire is that which dwells
within my soul.
My tormenting hunger, my
vast, empty hole.
Why is it I think of this
want day and night?
Why does this fire burn my heart,
hiding all light?
Oh, my voice cries out for you
with all my lungs!
I scream ‘til I am hoarse,
‘til sore my tongue!
From my eyes, painful tears fall
to ground below
I turn my gaze to Him whose
praise I bestow.
For I know His plans are good,
His ways right, just.
For He is the creator,
I, only dust!
“Wait,” I hear Your voice whisper,
“look to me first.”
“Then I’ll give you this water
for which you thirst."

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About Merrick

Merrick Potter lives in Ohio, USA.

I am an 18-year-old Christian seeking God through writing...