Begging

The tears have daily washed my face
And I, like Esther, trembling, come
Before the Unapproachable
To beg a favor from the One—

I’ve carried you to see the King,
And now I bring you to His throne,
And ask that somehow He would move
To bring an end to pain you’ve known—

I know not if the trials will end,
I know not if He’ll give you rest,
But waves of peace have come to me—
I know He’ll do what He knows best.

© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com