Who Go Down into Silence

Psalm 115

(…idols…Whoever makes them becomes like them…)

I cannot see with these eyes, I cannot hear with these ears.

The unseen or the still small voice that can set me free from fears…

I cannot touch with these hands the wounds in Jesus’ side

The piercings that would prove to me the risen crucified.

I cannot taste with this mouth honey nor honeycomb

I cannot smell the new wine or sense the way back home.

For I was like my idols my work had formed the man

My words signified nothing…. I did not understand…

By the voice of His spirit, I can now hear it!

I can now taste and see…

I can touch the untouchable

And smell what stench can be….

My help and my shield to me has revealed

The nature of my heart

So I will confess, lift my voice and bless

His work has set me apart

From an idol he formed a work of art…

Now tasting the fruit of the spirit

And touching his garment’s hem

I can see the light of the unseen

With new eyes of faith that won’t dim.

And hearing with ears tuned to heaven

And smelling the incense of praise

I will not go down into silence

I will shout to the Lord all my days!

2001

Anthony Foster