I’m caught up in the flow of the grace that
Takes me captive against my calloused will
And tough-skinned lip.
My love is steeped in distant shores,
Where I am buckling at the seams and
Drenched in day-old perspiration, prayers,
Invading Heaven and touching down into my
Soul, where all things are nurtured. And
Your grace gives purpose to my mottled
Days,
And I will not dance away from the touch
that
Comes to fill my soul with
destiny-spattered
Hopes and dreams and
In my eyes I will find the ripples of songs
long forgotten
And tunes that wear themselves thin in the
recesses of my
Design.
I was made for declarations made firm,
confident, laced with
Right intentions and just motives;
I was made for purity: provocatively
challenging
World-instated norms;
I was intricately coiled into the age-old
plans
That knit my love with Your love,
And made them into one: Your Son.
I am drawn by momentary tousles and
My eyes peer past befuddled musings,
Because they limit the heart, mind;
You are the anchor; I am anchored.
I sway not with the billowing clouds and
Restless emotions of the atmosphere.
I have come to stand firm in the midst of
shadows shifting,
And lightening illuminating undressed
minds,
I have come, not from my own plans, but
from those
Brainstormed intuitively by the Mastermind
Himself.
Since He is the anchor, I am anchored
still,
And I am illuminated on the mast
For the Restorer restored me,
And I am free to reinstate the masses
through
The love that abides in me,
And I will see what He sees,
When I look at You
Because I know you are more than
Tangled tendons and embittered
Photographs etched rigidly, flirtatiously
In your skull and inside your chest.
I see you not because of my 20-20
But because He gave me the eyes
That don’t see you as the world sees you,
Though temptations have seized me;
I choose to see you as the Life-Giver sees
you,
And that is the image I will breathe into.
Shine!
Blink!
Beat!
Arise!
Wake-up!
Enough!
You. Are. Alive!
You.
Are.
ALIVE!
Tackle the darkness that dipped your brow
low,
For the dawn is coming and has already
come,
And One who was found worthy
Sits on the throne,
Pronouncing your name:
Over, and over, and over again.
There is no shame,
There is no distance,
There is no confusion,
There is resolution,
There is reconciliation,
There is light beam invading aorta, vein,
limb, muscle.
There is delivery of promises that never
grows moldy,
There is love requited because it doesn’t
grow for its own pleasure alone.
There is a life after death; your death is
not subsidiary—it is necessary and purposeful.
Eat, be full, for the table is prepared.
Today we die;
Today we live.
Today we hunger;
Today we dine.
Extend the tankard that runs empty by the
hour,
For no longer will withered limbs be
revived
By temporary fill,
Today we dine with the Wonder of the World.
Today we die to truly be made alive.
Wake up, my friend, for the sleeper knows
not the
Fruit of love,
Wake up to taste the True Vine!
Wake up to leave distorted eyelids behind,
Wake up to dance for revival of aching
souls is resting in the palm of your heart!
Wake up!
Your Deliverer has come!
