Elohim Shama,

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.

STAY

Here is where the uncertainty unfolds

The fear surrounds and threatens now

But I will lift my voice above the roar

I will scream your praise in the lashing storm

There is no flood that can sweep your love away

My flesh may fail but my God, YOU REMAIN.

Good

Yes, there is Dark;
And Suffering and Hurt.
There is Rage and Murder and Betrayal and Dirt
There are people whose souls have given in to their Flesh
There are shadow-puppets praying to their Self-gods of Death
But for every Darkness and Foulness that lives

THERE IS A BURNING AND BLINDING AND BURSTING WITHIN

OF LIGHT THAT THROWS BACK ALL THE SHADOWS AND SIN

AND THAT LIGHT IS THE FLAME THAT WILL ULTIMATELY WIN

AND CONSUME

AND RESTORE

AND DEVOUR

AND END OR BEGIN

what we’ve lost —

Through Him. 

Welcome Sunrise

Late at night and I contemplate
Your glory beyond my mind.
I wonder with Small strength, just what lies ahead this new morning for the earth.
what destiny have you prepared for me? what new steps, what new praises, what new psalms? how will i
so tiny, insignificant, crumbling
and inadequate
how will i serve your might
how will i stand before your perfection, trembling,
bleeding dishonesty and doubt?

even as darkness bowls me over
and the wavering mirages worry me in;
my God, the Lamb, alone He stands
as shadows writhe before Him!

i bow my head in broken awe
unable, exhausted, distressed
yet the throne of the one and only King
is here for the weak, the sick, the depressed.

so i approach
and He knights me with light
and my screaming-mind is over.
i am small-strength no more.