Christ,
wounded,
bloodied.
The face of Love,
marred.
Sweat and dust
mixing with the blood,
that He is spilling
from His heart.
The heart of God.
Where is the glory?
Why tears?
Where is the gold crown?
Why is this fear?
Why do I see Him crashing down?
Where is the triumph?
Where is the throne?
Who can save Him?
Why is He alone?
My love isn't enough.
My heart is quaking.
fog,
drifting,
ghost like
shadows, dark but alluring
meeting the sky.
I'm asleep in reality
not awake in a dream,
almost serene
but aching.
silent weight
encompassing my hearts throng
turning it low and melodious.
I wish someone would sing along
to the forgotten bars
of my song.
low,
deep,
sweet.
my heart beats
melting
with the orange glow;
orange fading.
my hearts song, my life strains
the pounding quietly resounds.
I'm drifting away from most all my friends
One by one, we're starting to end
Is it me or is it them?
People I would always defend
Turn and tease, unknowing offend
Is it me, or is it them?
I'd like for each problem to mend
I'd like to to connect again
Is it me or is it them?
I'm drifting away from most all my friends
assurance that You're faithful
but still a storm
You are always tall
but the battle is a loud call
Amen comes from parted lips
but behind is found bitterness
You are here
but still it's easy to scream of fear
faith of being kept
but silence tightens breath
You are right beside
but there are things dying
understanding being found
but looking up from being drowned
truth about being held
but not an easy thought once felled
Walking across the dust covered floor, uncovering old laughter in my mind, of the times we'd tried to keep things quiet. Do you remember the failure of our fluffy pillow covers, when we hoped not to make a sound? Trying not to wake our sleeping little brother in the next room? Those times, of happy hearts, joy, and ease? Light minds and new starts. We were truly free. Almost running everywhere we dared, without fear or any cares.
My legs long to run,
my heart longs to beat,
I yearn for the feeling,
of lifting off my feet
My voice longs to sing,
my ears long to hear
the song of the wild,
that is calling so near
My soul longs to soar
above rolling hills,
I wish I could wander
and climb trees at will
I know that I must
follow my spirit, away
and live with the land
till the end of my days.
It’s something you love
Yet bitterly hate
The feel in your chest
The hollow empty place
It’s something you can’t
Quite put into words, a
Longing for something
New and better
Something that stirs
But never fully wakes
It brushes the edge
Of your consciousness
When you look at a
Hauntingly beautiful scene
Something about it
Makes your chest ache
For a thing so glorious
Something so far better
Than earth can offer
Heed its call, Lord God
The Cry of the Heart