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.
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.
What fickle foul delineates my mind
What hissing sentiment I find
Caught up in pools of sticky-me
That clot my breath and misery
i seek to find more than myself
i want not comfort, fame or wealth
but to BOW before the One who KNOWS
THE ONE WHO CLAIMS THE HIGHEST THRONE
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 END OR BEGIN
what we’ve lost —
The peace that comes is signature
When joy cannot be explained (or hurt!) or seen
We look to the stars and believe.
My words aren’t…
The world isn’t…
We will never…
…have to earn your love.
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
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.