The Prophets
spoke in completed tense,
Yet I am sitting halfway in between.
At
times its hard to Imagine,
That someday things will be new.
You have written the Truth
On the
pages of History,
You say it again and again
As History repeats
itself.
Purify us with Water;
Cleanse us
with Fire
Illumine in us this Way O Lord.
Our groaning is our fault
We forget
to turn to you.
But you are faithfully calling,
But who can
hear your words?
First Adam and then the second
Seven
days to completion
How slow yet steady time moves
As I meditate
on this Mystery.
I have found a lamp with oil
And so
I wait in darkness,
For the coming of the dawn
The long awaited
Prince of Peace
I check and double check,
the jar
still has Oil;
It is sloshing around in there now
but will it
be enough?
A treasure in a field,
a pearl of
great price,
A seed has been planted
and Leaven is rising in
my soul.
It is a story like all others
Yet
is holds a special touch
For its more than all others
These
words are deep and True.
A beautiful Disguise My Lord
One
would surely not have guessed
That such Majesty would disguise
their clothes
In such a mocking way.
If you Love us, just say so
And so
you have said;
But what heartache, and desperation
The one you
love says No.
So take me I am willing
Though
scarred and worn and tired;
I don't know if I can love
Or if
what my heart speaks is love.
But if you want it I am yours
There's
no one else's I want to be
If you'll have me,count me in.
But could you lend me clothes?
Mine
are all tattered and torn
Not right for such an occasion.
It doesn't have to be fancy
Just a
white will do
I will wear my hair down
There is no need for a
crown.
As long as I can see you
All will be
ok,
Just be near me always
I'm just a little bit afraid
Trembling for love I think
not sure
what you will do
Don't get me wrong, I trust you
Its just all
so new to me
I don't doubt you,
Nor the love in
my heart,
But I doubt me, why me
When there's so many others.
My joy and my delight
If you left me
I would die,
For your love is more than sustaining
It s honey
on my lips.
In your arms my fears turn to
trembles
Some day I will walk the Way
In purity to you.
And see you standing there
In your
House,
A thousand smiles on your face.
I have waited a while, but you have
waited longer still
Until all is ready, and ripe
and dripping
out its love for you
You have been so patient, so kind.
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