The Essence Moved

Take me, 

whispering Help, 

solid Song that weighs its tunes 

according to my best.  

Make sacred the attempts I compose 

to put forward this heart of mine 

so exhausted under its own endeavor to repair, 

resolve, or manage its collapsed melody’s 

to tweak my days for good.  

I keep returning to Your love 

that never fails, 

but remains in operation 

for that hope to set in me 

a ceasing to be afraid.  

When all fear is gone, 

Love has taken over 

and a walk becomes a run of celebration.   

Heaven joins my focus 

to take it to a realm of Pure 

as it drowns out 

the work so weak that I built 

to climb a false idol.  

I become saturated 

in simple activity 

that swirls about me; 

activity that expands 

as I see 

all eyes upon a King of Glory.  

All body, soul, and mind,

 finds itself alive 

in the radiance of this heat.  

The visual goes beyond 

what the eyes see 

and into what the mind now knows.  

I must bathe myself 

in this moment, 

that I become clean from its truth.  

I must engulf 

this terribly beautiful death 

I now see on my behalf 

and give my own thoughts 

to its consuming purpose 

for me and my own.  

Like the reflection on a still river, 

to see my own life reflected from His.  

As I join this cloud of chariots 

that storms strength 

- this picture unfolding 

through His cross multiplies 

as I watch it tumble 

from heaven to earth’s souls 

it was made for.  

From a Throne of Fire, 

the Essence moved 

to concentrate and shut down 

the delusion of false idols.  

Fury burned of Love’s Center 

and the core of its control 

sent out Pureness 

to release its array.  

Displayed for all heaven and earth 

and that beneath 

was Obedience.  

Seen and unseen 

heard as creation stands 

to applaud, 

for nothing has right to not know.  

Deception is put to shame 

as Truth 

of the Crowned King of kings rules.  

Clarity of His Passion 

appears and I honor.  

My words are made sacred 

as they are used 

to make ornaments 

to adorn the Crowned King.  

As I declare what was done, 

what He did, 

I hold Love. 

His Love cast out all fear 

and I am free 

to roam His Kingdom.  

Oh whispering Help, 

solid Song that weights its tunes 

according to my best, 

I embellish Your exaggerated Love 

as it enlarges this heart of mine.  

Your Kingdom come, 

Your Will be done, 

in earth as it is in heaven 

for me and mine

as Your Essence moves.