You make beautiful things…
Am I a beautiful thing?
Will I rise on eagles’ wings?
Will I one day hear the angels sing?
Will this pain and sorrow come to an end?
Do you hear the sound of my crying heart?
Will I rise when you call my name?
Holy holy holy is the lamb who was slain…
You’re all I have
You’re the rock I cling to
Though you wreck me, still will I worship you
Yet anger rages in my soul
A repressed and dangerous emotion…
Born out of the repressed truth of my heart
The voice never heard
The potentials never utilized
The loneliness never satisfied
Desires never pursued
Longings not fulfilled
Expectations dashed
The relationships which failed to last
Hopes that dwindle and die
Passivity that ruled for so long
Sadness without purpose or ending
Resignation comes quickly like a flood
On a hot summer night in a valley
High cliffs surrounding
The only way out are a series of leaps of faith
Off ledges too steep to climb
Frustration rushes to the surface
Blind to the majesty granted
All I can see is what I do not have
What I am not
What I have not done
The words never spoken
The love not expressed
Complicit Silence in the face of a cacophony of darkness
Joining in on the depravity
How can there be hope for me?
Deep down I know
The shallow desires I have
Once received
will only create an even bigger expanse
In my already swiss cheese heart
Who will save me from this doomed existence?
Praise be to Christ
The one and only
With black holes in his hands and feet
Absorbing the sin,
The failures
My Lust, passivity, idolatry, and…hate
Forever removed and never counted against
Me
A gaping hole in his side
Pouring his bloody heart force
Into my soul’s core
At the same time
Refreshing my parched throat
With Living water
for no cost, not for sale
Overflowing streams
Renewing
Replenishing the hope
That one day all wrongs are made right
And my propensity to mess things up will end
Peace will come to my soul
I will have rest,
True love,
Wondrous landscapes,
A Heart abounding with joy
So I offer this heart completely to you, oh God
I stand, before you Lord, my soul surrendered
I stand with my arms high
With my heart abandoned to you
In awe of the one who gave it all
For me
All I am is yours
Am I a beautiful thing?
Will I rise on eagles’ wings?
Will I one day hear the angels sing?
Will this pain and sorrow come to an end?
Do you hear the sound of my crying heart?
Will I rise when you call my name?
Holy holy holy is the lamb who was slain…
You’re all I have
You’re the rock I cling to
Though you wreck me, still will I worship you
Yet anger rages in my soul
A repressed and dangerous emotion…
Born out of the repressed truth of my heart
The voice never heard
The potentials never utilized
The loneliness never satisfied
Desires never pursued
Longings not fulfilled
Expectations dashed
The relationships which failed to last
Hopes that dwindle and die
Passivity that ruled for so long
Sadness without purpose or ending
Resignation comes quickly like a flood
On a hot summer night in a valley
High cliffs surrounding
The only way out are a series of leaps of faith
Off ledges too steep to climb
Frustration rushes to the surface
Blind to the majesty granted
All I can see is what I do not have
What I am not
What I have not done
The words never spoken
The love not expressed
Complicit Silence in the face of a cacophony of darkness
Joining in on the depravity
How can there be hope for me?
Deep down I know
The shallow desires I have
Once received
will only create an even bigger expanse
In my already swiss cheese heart
Who will save me from this doomed existence?
Praise be to Christ
The one and only
With black holes in his hands and feet
Absorbing the sin,
The failures
My Lust, passivity, idolatry, and…hate
Forever removed and never counted against
Me
A gaping hole in his side
Pouring his bloody heart force
Into my soul’s core
At the same time
Refreshing my parched throat
With Living water
for no cost, not for sale
Overflowing streams
Renewing
Replenishing the hope
That one day all wrongs are made right
And my propensity to mess things up will end
Peace will come to my soul
I will have rest,
True love,
Wondrous landscapes,
A Heart abounding with joy
So I offer this heart completely to you, oh God
I stand, before you Lord, my soul surrendered
I stand with my arms high
With my heart abandoned to you
In awe of the one who gave it all
For me
All I am is yours
10/10/2014
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