Your Love Chamber

I trip over my own feet Lord, 

as I draw near to You.  

You don’t seem to mind 

that I haven’t a clue 

to Your thoughts for the moment 

but take pleasure that I've come to hear.  

I sit here to wait in such anticipation.  

What will You tell me?  

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?  

You change often 

even the topic I might like to hold 

by just smiling at me 

rather than frowning over my inconsistent visits.  

I only have my heart to give, 

for that You gave me rights to

 - 

after You covered it with Your existence.  

It’s not like I can create something new 

to amaze You, 

there is nothing new under the sun.  

I cannot wrap up the ocean 

for the placing of a new destiny, 

or pick out freshly made stars 

to stir into Your sight.  

All has Your Name upon its beauty.  

I am almost non existing 

in retrospect to all Your making, 

and yet I am singled out 

in Your Love Chamber 

to be invited to Arms that hold the world.  

Moved from the capacity I hold 

to the Capacity You hold, 

I expand to experience the unspeakable.  

Sights and sounds take form 

like bubbles of delight 

and I fade from one world to reality.  

Swiftly, movement of preparation 

blows across me like a wind.  

A gathering of hearers 

unseen 

bleed into view 

as an angelic sound rings to make the call.  

The Spirit that roams the earth 

to assemble emotions 

so strong it forms groans of beauty 

toward His Throne, 

makes its harvest to the Worthy One.  

Pieces of soul and mind, 

pieces of true hearts, 

pieces tested to abandon this world’s promised life 

for the abounding walk, 

speak.  

And its sound 

fills the heavens 

as those gathered agree.  

You are, 

You are Lord, 

You are.  

Forever I shake with this fever 

that has set me within a gracious Kingdom.  

I watch deeply, 

compassion that slowly seeks its hope 

to settle forever within my discerning; 

making familiar markers 

for me to always have a path to its flurry.  

Erupting repeatedly splattered Love portions 

that perforate timid souls 

to burst forth valiant saints of courage.  

Singled out in Your Love Chamber 

yet joined to the chorus 

that donates the only thing 

they have rights to

 – 

I give my heart with gladness.  

I am intoxicated with Your passion.

Where will You carry my thoughts off to?

Of course...

To Your Love Chamber