It feels so strange.
For so long I have sought disconnection, relief
Thinking the land turned about me
Now new soil greets my feet, an ocean’s expanse
And still the churning – thrashing – burning
No matter how I flee I cannot escape the bleed
No matter where I run I am seen by the
How can I heal? Will this ever cease? Please let me find some
Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest
Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest
Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,
Each added soul a brimming whole
Of halves and broken edges.
Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings
Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best
Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;
Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.
Like God in Earth heals our hurts,
Let us love
How can I serve you better, Lord, how can I earn your name
How can I be worthy of all the grace you pour on me?
You shake your head, you reach down to me
“I am everything you need.“
Let your grace soothe me
Let its awesome, terrible power tear down my misconceptions
Knock down every walled-up presupposition
I do not want to live in a bubble of pain
For fear of it popping and the oxygen outside knowing my name
Take me somewhere my heart cries out for you
Fill me with your power, oh God, and your truth.
You know me like no other.
Your love searches my heart
And guides it through the rubble.
I whimper weakly, wrought of nothing.
The dark delights in my lack of words.
I cannot even think before you.
Your might is astounding, Your mercy undeserved…
I think I’ve thought a single praise but nothing grazes Your worth
Elohim Shama, I want to listen as well as I’m heard.
Inscribe your servant as an etched silver ring
The bent, battered spoons of the bracelets we wring
Seal on my heart as the concrete and glue
Carve it in me so I may not leave you.
My shadows all die in the unnaming…
Found me an orphan, once lost, a pariah.
Shackle me to freedom, lift me to sing;
Newly titled; bond-slave of the Messiah.
We shine like stars and right our wrongs, accepting joy and shunning blame
He blots out stains and soothes our pain
We climb the clouds like ladders as we sing our praising songs