hours and hours of toil and frustration
all the greats now thrice consulted
have brought me to this damp dark mess
where insecurity boasts and masks itself
i refuse to hide this hope any longer-
Friend or foe could you please tell me,
what is this love that is stronger than death
(oh God i know it is)
this dark hiding from Him and crying out to anything else
this blindness of no rest no peace no end
this uneasy shortness of breath, shall i never rid myself
shall i never leave this
scoffing and laughing and spitting as He is pierced
shall i let Him remain there daily with my woe and inability
to accept what is freely given?
why is it so difficult to leave myself
and go to the cross
and His life
inviting the very least of these
the filthy and ugly and childlike and lame
why cannot i simply turn to Him
i am superior in all praises here
clinging to the dirt grime and idolatry
how many idols have i found,
i am so easily given
i am so easily taken
and by this i mean the same thing
shall i never leave this muse that tempts
and dies to find me damned
why should i gain from what i wrestle to accept?
and yet have i gained everything
3 comments:
amen, amen.
i feel you in this, and it is powerful.
yeah dude. it was a crazy few days of study and trying to sort through things. and it is powerful. thank god.
insightful, i <3 your comparison between giving and taking.
God is so good to us. your articulation of that goodness sheds new light on it: a renewed and refreshing understanding.
God uses people like you to color the world :) thanks.
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