It is through the deepest of our pain, that we are asked to stand.
When darkness stalks us, a black oil suffocating… faith.
When our weakness’s mock us, and stare us in the face.
Grim and shameful a thing.
When all strength has left our limbs…sitting fearful at the edge of the cliff.
That the deep breath fills our bodies.
Fill me up, Lord. Fill me up.
The breath, of life.
Called in the night of our dreams, in the weight of our tears.
The whisper tugs at the straps of our souls.
Be of hope, child. Be of hope.
The earth beneath your feet, cracks with uncertainty.
Tree roots lifting, clinging.
White knuckles, grasping.
The dust catching your eyes, that awful burning.
You curse your own flesh, in its weariness.
Our hearts pulling to catch up, when things change…too fast.
The place between your mind, and heart, a criss crossing of wires. Sizzling.
But He calls.
That cool wind, to sooth the burn.
A love ointment, for a mind infection.
An intimate pull of heat, a love that runs deep.
To the very nature of your cells.
The voice upon the waters.
Be of courage, child. Be of courage.
Catching each tear, in His mighty hand.
Storing them up in the Great Heart.
Restoration. Is a promise.
Do not fear, child. Do not fear. I hold the stars in my hands.
Joy comes in the morning my love. It always comes.
A lullaby of Truth.
And even though the world around me, shakes, it crumbles…my hands are bleeding…You Father, ARE BIGGER.
The cool wind to sooth the burn.
The love’s breath to heal the torn.
The All. The Is. The Forever.
Yes, child. Nothing in vain.
It is when the tidal wave hits, that we are called to stand against the crashing waters.
Hand in hand.
The salt waves whipping our cheeks, matting our hair, stinging our eyes.
A wall of brothers and sisters.
Our hands will bleed, but our hearts will beat.
Oh they will beat, the glory of God.
My hands are ready.