Oh, how blessed / are the righteous & redeemed. How marvelous to receive / such distinct spiritual joy. Like pearls drawn from mud / like orphans given a home. The sweetness of His invitation / no loopholes it knows.
My heart I pour out to Him / a waterfall of worship. Adonai, would You accept / such trifling a thing as this? Is it not beneath the Divine / to tango with the clay? Yet loving jealousy has had its way / waltzing with man since a day / I Am said, ‘it’s very good from dust what I have made’.
Im almost without breath / weak ligaments too frail to stand. An absurd tremor for me / to think His plan can be my reality. Heroics for the villain / Your rescue of the accused. I sought my demise as You sought me / bearing my sin’s abuse.
Ive migrated over many moons / much more than I care to count. Through more seasons than swallows / in my soul have I flown south. But when I’d plant root / conditions harsh that don’t give way. Soon the afflictions compound / pain so great, only death if I stay.
I think I’ll stay put for a while / and take Winnie’s advice. Because no striving before Christ / leads to Love in abundant life.
r.w
