Oh the quiet pain found within. Pain seems to ebb and flow. The source-my life and purpose, My purpose the heart of the One Most Holy. This Holy Being whose heart I must reach, Oh the distance seems to far to bear! But Lover of My Consumed heart, will you not come close? Must I wait in silence? Must my pain seep from my heart to every fiber of my being? Oh Lofty One, how I am I to comprehend the plans you have fashioned? This wall I've run straight against. This pain is so poignant; my tears are the overflow of the wounds unseen. This cruel separation crumbles the last shards of a lovesick heart. Oh Ever Present One! Why now? Why My Defender, must this winter be so hard in coming? I do not see, I do not feel, and I do not hear you. But I choose to know, I choose to cling and I choose to hope. Oh Creator, I know you are good. This goodness I keep in the front of my crowded mind, Abandoned love seems a faint whisper. But the Mockers, Oh King, they do not have our story! Oh Comforter, they weren't there as you wrapped me in your arms. Oh Provider! They know not the storehouses you built. Oh Lover! They know not the song sang over my slumber! These roots grown in Spring, when your rain was so tangible, These tangible roots go deeper than the sting of winter can reach. The pierced heart I tear out and lay on the altar, Oh Healer! You see the scars of yesteryears. Hold me tight for the fear of man therein. Keep me from feeling the hope deffered. The vast heights and depths of this abandoned love! Am I now descending to these depths impenetrable? Oh pained heart of mine! Be watchful! Do not ignore the revelation found here! Oh heart, rejoice at the invitation of the Silent One who has gone before us in this place. I travelled the mountains with you oh painful, wounding love How am I to ignore your escort to the valley? HOPE I cling to you. FAITH I ask for sustenance.
These men with fallen nature have wounded my weak heart.
Steady my fading steps.
LOVE
Oh cruel, infatuated, rewarding, love.
Love, my heart beat, my song, my spirit, OH LOVE be ever present in this sovereign suffering!
Oh Love I search, Oh Silent Lamb I follow
I follow to this place of night as mine eyes lift to rays of distant light.
For I have entrusted my life to He Who Lead me this way.
His face is the light, the fullness I seek
Oh! Wounded heart, bear up with endurance under this extended night and know
With the flow of this ocean of encounter I choose to be grounded.
I choose to follow the blood stained footprints of my Redeemer in this Garden
Oh pain found within.
Be a wound that drives me to my purpose
Oh Holy Being! Reaching for you my consumed heart's cry is lifted!
Oh consumed heart, oh hope, constant companion
FORWARD
WE PRESS!
"I wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him…O my people, trust in him at all times. Pour out your heart to him, for God is our refuge. " –Psalm 62:5,8
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