i need to do this.more often, it was much fun. Poetry as worship, worship is poetry.
Psalm 188
When i bow my head to the Stream
To drink of the cool water
I see my reflection
It is that of a Lioness
Its not becausse I am a feline nor because of my wild mane
But I see You in me
I Feel Your roar in my spirit
You are urging me to wait patiently
You are bringing nutrients and health to my coat
And shining light from the lamps of my eyes
Filling them with tears of compassion for the wounded.
You promised that I could stand firm uppon the honest Rock
And that I could land with Grace on all fours.
I have wildly shook off the dead dust of my past.
Tbc….
I am your sunshine.
You love your little sunshine, You said
Ive heard that the sun is a star
You have made me to shine like a star in the depth of the valley in the darkness of night.
You love me to be silly and laugh with You, You said
That is where my walls of religion crack and that crack is where light gets in.
Happy happy Joy joy
I am home when I know You wont scold me for laughing at destruction,
While dancing around the rubble of incorrect thinking.
The rays of sun dont worry, each one knows its purpose.
You have created the sunshine to shine Your son.
