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
