All their voices tell me I fell,
Tripped myself while wading in mud.
My heart only craved to be known.
For agonizing lengths of time I'll have to endure
The piece of me that is alone.
Giving up placed me on the ground
Exposed to the worms gnawing
Too numb to notice the biting
But I feel the holes aching to be filled
With more than empty ghost I'm done fighting.
Years ago You promised to be quenching
But we've crossed enough chasms together
For me to bear my thoughts and soul.
Against what I've been taught to know
My heart screams a pain You can't console.
I'm waiting now in a quieter place.
Light of the Son pierces my surface
Exposing murky pollutant I've been afraid to show
Memory grown shards of stained glass mess
Are gifts you have extravagantly splattered to bestow.
Vast Void wasn't given, but allowed
The product of a poison withheld by
Strong, good hands.
Peace in reach if I can choose to trust You,
Ignoring hollow demands.
My sight reformed by looking into light
Turning away from frowning at severed flesh
To peering between the walls of wound
Finally seeing through to glory
Splendor of reflected image being fine tuned.
Falls of glistening souls have
Streamed from Your finger tips endlessly.
Since my first bloody cry of loneliness
To this moment in the dust.
The store houses have been unlocked with relational finesse.
Quenching isn't my need at nucleil essence.
But just enough, only enough, barely enough.
Enough water to sustain bones and breath
Blessed yearning to drive me toward sacrifice
Courage, and growing knowledge of death.
Steep cliff behind concurred in anguish
And daunting bluff ahead shedding its veil.
Despite internal chaos and searing ache
I am learning to smile valiantly and always
At the dazzling overflow for glory's sake.