Rebuke

For a moment, my veins were on fire

Alight with Your power and might.

I had been swept by the threat of the Enemy’s wings;

His beauty, his torment, his plight

You will die, he whispered to me

Very soon, and painfully.

I know not what he expected, nor

What singing fear was rebuked.

But the threats did not sting

For my heritage brings

Courage; the heartiest thing.

I SNARLED “so be it then,

I’ll die as I lived,

Shouting praise to the King!”

For He does not bow to your suffering.

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Praise

I am good for nothing else

Riddled with agony, an aching mess

Of cuts and gaping wounds, trauma and

Bruises

Just threaded together, barely, by the strings of your grace.

Nobody can know me as You do, so I burn to know you

When the tidal wave of nothingness climbs its way into my lungs

There is nobody to give me breath except for you, King

You are the only reason I still sing

New

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.

Untouchable

No! My spirit screams
Your lies will not affect me.
I know who I am and to whom I belong and my King is not yours in defeat.

His love cannot be overcome 
because it’s extended to everyone

So goodbye fear and terror
and farewell to you, hate

You’ll starve as you watch me drink and feast beside the King of Grace.