Learning there is no other place, my Redeemer, I come weeping. Sobbing from twisted ankles, broken heart,
weak from sickness I can’t find a cure.
Finding offenses that bury me in anger and something within that wants
its screaming way to explode for it has been convinced it will solve the
wrong.
Can I stay with You, can I come in, my thoughts beg; for I am confused
in offenses, so turned upside down with what side of this fence to climb? Trust
speaks sweetly with confidence and then turns, and I find it is not trust at
all but as if the face I saw was dark instead.
Sour, my soul becomes, so sour with its troubled words tumbling from my
lips; running faster than I can keep up with, such raised heat of anger.
And most often, what I wouldn't want for anyone happens - a wall
cements itself between lives, and in marches the guards ready to lay you to
sleep in forceful self-assurance
I am right
and all others are wrong.
Being ‘right’ is ugly, bruising, and competitive with hostility as its
weapon.
Blinding as if the sun is at its
brightest, shining directly into your eyes…nothing is seen clearly.
But love takes what is Good in the sight of You Lord and stops the
train that wants destruction. Love
answers wrongs with a scale built to dissolve the storm clouds rushing in to
bring destruction at every path it takes.
Love gives way to throw a stone if one has
no darkness hidden in their own secret existence. Love divides quickly good and bad and is
careful to consume the good and block only the piece that is scared with the
enemy’s deception. Love is a language
full of questions, but peace to calm if chasing its provisions.
Wisdom is my cry; for waking from stress to the Word that gives life like a new day is the
finale of wisdom. Removing locks you did
not realize had its hold; releasing the name given another with such fresh
beauty to the soul rather than buckling over to the pain it once carried.
A beginning untold begins; for a new story of
amazement is on the lips of those who find pardon or give pardon.
Pardon announced, dancing begins. The Spirit has wooed hearts to unity perfectly fitting with Father, Son
and Himself; now seeing a picture of Trinity’s work.
Oh how good it is, as Jesus declared, that
Spirit would come. How rich are those
who find Spirit a friend to guide and draw in His discipline. How enormously loved are those Discipline walks and sleeps with.
