Lord, I need to know your sovereignty.
You, God; not me.
When I look to you I attest to you as you are, not as I have seen you. I profess you and your glory, your liberating light. I walk to your heartbeat, the constant and steady thrum of my existence. I burn for You, O, Lord, that I might be purified. My head is bowed for your feet have shown me the way. You reign, father.
Self conscious, I don’t think I’ll be wanted. I don’t think there’s any use
for me. I don’t think much of myself, which is where everything can turn
around. When I think I have nothing, then I can stop thinking and open up to an
influx of breath that coolly and cleanly circulates me. Without a word it
reminds me that I’m worth living.
My eyes are toward you when I'm moving or standing still, when I'm powerful and when I'm waning; you correct my stance and urge me onward. You have outstretched your hand to this body, and we accept. As a gentleman, you elicit a dance, and we are lost in your arms. I am found in your gentle hands, humbled.
God teach me your language. Your love.
Let the world move around me
while I walk with you.
How are you doing man? How are you growing? What are you learning?
ReplyDeleteGod Bless
-Marc