You, Your, from.
.
How great
Glory
Magnified…
.
You give
You take
.
Joy
.
You grant
You withhold
.
Yet, you have not withheld from me
.
Suffering
.
Pleasure
.
i should not have been able to eek out this gratification…
Yet you allow me
The rain falls
like burning sulfure on my soul
on the evil and the good intent your eye sees all
.
the cloud
the pillar
i am pulled into the desert
the sand fills up the empty places in me
.
sand
.
g**d*** sand.
i scream for you
.
Yet, it is not the screaming you listen to
but the knees
.
the beat of my knees on the floor
this is the knock you respond to
.
on the desert floor
my knees hit the sand
and a cacaphony of rocks tumble down
my alters fall
i become a sacrifice
.
i whisper my song into the sunset
rays scream out “Glory Glory Glory!”
and sink below the waves of the horizon
.
bestowed
.
Glory bestowed on my undeserving head
Your’s bows to the crown of thorns
cast at your feet
my crown
my crown of thorns
pressed into your brow
.
i dance in your presence
judas
dancing on the end of a thread
coins tumbling to the floor
.
your tears
your tears for the broken dream of eternity
.
you created the choreography
the dance to life
yet we hang ourselves
on our words of defiance and distant regret
.
defensive to your shame
.
we shield our eyes
from the glory of your name
.
we grasp for something from our own hands
yet, they are filled with all you have made
.
You grasp
You take hold of me
You shake me
out of my shame
from my name blaming game
.
Your appearing will set the forest of my lies ablaze
.
You welcome me
.
Exaulted
You are lifted up
.
You dance over us
.
You dance over us
and redeem the steps
of your broken sons and daughters
.
You call us
into abundance.
You call
our feet beautiful.
You call us
into a new dance
no ropes
no chains
no nails.
You call
