A Psalm

Beyond my facts and arguments

and hollow logic

Beyond our foolish wisdom

that we take such pride in

Beyond our shallow prejudices and philosophies,

narrow-mindedness, blindness and lostness

There you stand.

The eyes in the Universe that hold most kindness and heartbreaking warmth, belong to you, O Lord.

Soft, clear, loving eyes that speak only truth and see us as children, not more, nothing less. You love us with your pain, you love us in your pain, despite our pain, through our pain, you love us out of our pain. And you love us despite the pain we cause you.

You see us as your children; Royalty, king and queens, beautiful masterpieces. Not like the beasts the enemy seeks to spin us into. What honour to be created in your image!

And this is and dance we dance. Between our mistakes and your open arms, those arms that long to embrace us, those nail-scarred hands that ache to hold us again. Oh Lord, I love those hands of your that work to mend and serve and carry. Your tear down walls and rock to sleep with those hands.

And a King who rose from the deep chasms of Hell, labors to lead us up out of this darkness. He stooped to the depths of the hell in my heart

into the blackness of my nature

to open a door in the roof for me

so i could see the stars above

and consider the chance of heaven

and dream of new heights

There you stand, Lord.

Like a Warrior, like a Doctor, like a Mother. You who fight for me, heal and hold tight every inch of me.

Who can face such love and be unmoved? Such love can break iron fists and melt this immunised heart.

Such love has the power to change what we have deemed “nature”; what we have condemned as “set in stone”

Such love turn the tide and opens the sea and floods my eyes

There you stand because God loved the world so

As a rock to cling to when everything else seems to be crashing down

As a statue of Liberty, reminded us that we are freed slaves

As a Beacon of light, bringing the ships home

As a strong tower for all who are running

And so I love you. If I am made in your image, Saviour, your love reaches out and meets a response in me. It’s like when you meet yourself in the mirror. It is familiar, it is safe, it tells you who you are.  Jesus, your love towards me is mirrored back to you.

What am I but dust?

I am ashes.

So often I am a broken jar before you, the treasure within has leaked out and I am empty and useless

What can you fill me with when I am in pieces, Oh Lord?

Oh Lord, restore me, for I dare not call myself your servant

But in my life you pronounce hope by sustaining my heartbeat

You are not done

and there you stand.

Could it be you still have a purpose for this broken vessel?

I ask only this of you, Lord.

If you let my breath remain

if you allow me to press on

let me live bathed, drowned, soaked, burning, overwhelmed in your Presence

and not for a second of my given time

long for anything as much as I do for you

that one day I may kneel before you

where you stand.

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