Sukkot

Sukkot

by Joel Howard

Feast of booths

Feast of booths

I can't try 

and pretend that you

Had nothing to do

My freedom now

Depends on you

My God, my God

Desert years

My desert years

I must go back

And see them here

Feast of booths

You help me to

Decide that you

My God can do

Sudden pain

And joy alike

Both from you

Both from you

In this booth

In this hut

I find my God

I find my God

Kiss my pride goodbye

Feast on memories

Sit with God with me

In my feast of booths

Fame and fortune

Wealth and gain

Have little 

To do with my name

He chose me from 

The shepherd fields

He chose me there

He brought me here

Last time I decide

Last time I choose pride

Sit with God with me

In my feast of booths

Great are you

Lord and king

Master, savior

Everything

Who walked

Desert roads with me

I attribute all

To thee!

Let my foolish pride

Buckle now as I

Sit with God with me

In my feast of booths

Sheltered in the memory

Lifting heavenward thoughts to thee

Sitting now alone with thee

Father, Jesus, help me see

I cannot contain

This feast of memory again

Let me always maintain

The narrative of how you came

Pain filled life

Before

Loneliness

Before

"How long God?"

I did implore

Grief my friend

Before

Endless longing

Once

Painful memories

God

Here inside my hut

You regain my trust

What was "mine"

Becomes

A returning to 

You, God

Feast of booths

Feast of booths

I am now returning to

Jesus, who

Marched me through

The desert

I am coming to

Father 

Abba

Savior, who

Keeps my outs and ins

Unto

Faithful

Holy Spirit

Who

Teaches all

The things of you

I'm depending on you

In my feast of booths

I am leaning on you

In my feast of booths