Love sinking down
into the hardest of hearts
wrapping itself around
its parts
And squeezing together
with a rope called Spirit
The broken pieces
The parts left undone
All that is there
Melts into one
Becomes like flesh
Alive and beating
Don't think of needing
Any more of this love
poured into our hearts.
A love so great
He sent His Son
A love so great
that could never be undone
The height, the depth, the width
extravagant
Beyond the wildest dreams
fragrant.
No where to turn to?
No where to run?
Into the arms of
Abba Father, Daddy, run
It can't be undone
Crawl in His lap
And sit in the sun,
the warmth of His embrace
Oh, Daddy, just to see Your face.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
January 5, 2008
People and faces
grace the places
where we've never been
where we ought to be
and the traces of places
we'd like to visit again.
There's the old man
with sand in his hair
that feels free
when he dances in the ocean.
The old woman that is ageless,
whose beauty has not faded
with the ages.
The young girl who stands en pointe
and dreams of dancing her way
across the stage
in "Nutcracker"
All is a dream.
The young man who searches
a glare in his eyes,
and sees beyond where
he's at, his feet made
to match a dime,
and shrunk down,
to explore the world above.
He stretches his hands
to reach for the stars
grabs hold
and pulls it to his heart.
All is a dream.
As we look a little further
we see a little girl on a tire swing,
a man at the end of a cannon,
a lighted candle
a desperate look
the tears they held onto
and the laughs they let go.
The game of basketball
when the rubber meets the pavement
and we hear a beat,
the feet, the feet,
back and forth,
running, step back,
the hoop in sight
but, snap, what was that?
The face full of joy
with the face covered so,
the noise of laughter
might not overflow.
But we long and we seek
to go beyond these places,
these faces, these embraces,
and see Another, no
No other besides Him,
for there is none like Him
in all the heavens and
all the earth.
People and faces
grace the places
where we've never been
where we ought to be
and the traces of places
we'd like to visit again.
There's the old man
with sand in his hair
that feels free
when he dances in the ocean.
The old woman that is ageless,
whose beauty has not faded
with the ages.
The young girl who stands en pointe
and dreams of dancing her way
across the stage
in "Nutcracker"
All is a dream.
The young man who searches
a glare in his eyes,
and sees beyond where
he's at, his feet made
to match a dime,
and shrunk down,
to explore the world above.
He stretches his hands
to reach for the stars
grabs hold
and pulls it to his heart.
All is a dream.
As we look a little further
we see a little girl on a tire swing,
a man at the end of a cannon,
a lighted candle
a desperate look
the tears they held onto
and the laughs they let go.
The game of basketball
when the rubber meets the pavement
and we hear a beat,
the feet, the feet,
back and forth,
running, step back,
the hoop in sight
but, snap, what was that?
The face full of joy
with the face covered so,
the noise of laughter
might not overflow.
But we long and we seek
to go beyond these places,
these faces, these embraces,
and see Another, no
No other besides Him,
for there is none like Him
in all the heavens and
all the earth.
The fight that I'm fighting just isn't right
It's like all the members
mumbled up, fumbled up,
and saw the sight
of the peculiarities of the
things they wanted
but could never have.
The things they asked for, but didn't want.
The things they went after, but a sign
popped up in the air, with grace
and said, "Stop there.
Hold it.
Not another step."
The warning: members take a step back
like the knight or the rook at an angle,
They couldn't win this war
nor were they able
to conquer the peace that reigns on high
Jesus inside
the mind of Christ.
It's like all the members
mumbled up, fumbled up,
and saw the sight
of the peculiarities of the
things they wanted
but could never have.
The things they asked for, but didn't want.
The things they went after, but a sign
popped up in the air, with grace
and said, "Stop there.
Hold it.
Not another step."
The warning: members take a step back
like the knight or the rook at an angle,
They couldn't win this war
nor were they able
to conquer the peace that reigns on high
Jesus inside
the mind of Christ.
If I don't have the Lord
it's like I'm dying inside
like I'm crying inside
like I can never find my way
to the outside.
I need His life
I need His light
to guide all my ways.
I need a right
to say, "Lord, I am free."
to say, "Lord, You made it for me."
to say, "Lord, here I am.
I am the clay.
Mold me, make me, how you please
just don't let me die inside
I'm begging you, please, remind me
of my salvation.
it's like I'm dying inside
like I'm crying inside
like I can never find my way
to the outside.
I need His life
I need His light
to guide all my ways.
I need a right
to say, "Lord, I am free."
to say, "Lord, You made it for me."
to say, "Lord, here I am.
I am the clay.
Mold me, make me, how you please
just don't let me die inside
I'm begging you, please, remind me
of my salvation.
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