God's Gentle Touch

The mountains skipped like rams,
the hills like lambs.
[Ps 114:4]

The Spirit of the Lord is sweet.
With a touch he dispels my heaviness and my weariness.
Like the mist disappearing in the brightening early morning
so too my anxieties and my meaninglessness.

And he sweeps clean my soul and fills me with a song;
a song my tongue cannot help but sing spontaneously in true joy.
And though I have not seen the ends of my troubles
I am rested and yet assured again
that the Lord, the living God, is my God.

And now I understand how mountains can skip like lambs
when the joy of the Lord is upon them.