Category Archives: Praise

August 16, 2013

Love Enough

By viewingcamelot

Do I have love enough to feed
Hungry stomachs, hungry souls,
Or love enough to seek
The lost, to pay their toll,
My wealth for their needs
Do I love enough to protect
The little ones upon my knees
Or give my enemy the same respect
I expect him to show consistently
In my my offbeat, off-kilter being
Is there love enough to supersede
The grand gestures so fleeting
And inhabit the relational reality
Of elbows sharpening elbows
Like water shaping the rocky steeps,
Or love enough to let it go
To let what is just be,
Without dousing my salt and light,
Or falling fast asleep
Is there love enough in me?

The Spirit answers,
And all that is repeats
The open heaven and broken earth
And all the fins and wings and feet
Couldn’t interrupt His devotion
He pours himself out, rich and free
And in the downpour
There is love enough for me.

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August 16, 2013

Reparable

By viewingcamelot

And how, if you weren’t there,
Could you profess to understand?
Being familiar with a continent
Doesn’t make you a citizen of the land.
You cannot see your own tomorrow,
Yet lament the doom of another’s
Because you don’t have the faith to see
The caterpillar gets smothered,
Digested, and seemingly dies,
Before being resurrected in beauty-
Nothing gets so terrible
So far beyond its duty
And incapable of function
It cannot be made well again.
Nothing gets so bad
That good cannot break in.
So don’t weep for those whom you are not,
And declare the good has gone and died.
The ferryman doesn’t wait for your alms
To pass from side to side.
Every crippling blow today
Can one day fall in stride.

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August 16, 2013

Obedience

By viewingcamelot

Oh how we strive
Within this realm of God and men
And all the while
The ivy climbs the wall and blooms again.

We build, we shape
And we destroy with fervent hands and yet
The dead seed underground
Will live again and not forget

Where to sink its roots
Or to the surface stretch.

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August 16, 2013

God of Wonderment

By viewingcamelot

Oh God of the smiling moon
Who watches me these many nights,
While swimming in my mother’s womb,
And blind in my first cries
You cradled me with tune
And steadied me upright.

Oh God of the dancing stars
Who stands guard over my bed,
Who sought me from afar
And resurrected all my dead
Who gently dressed my scars
and kissed my fevered head.

Oh God of the cloudless deep,
Who framed the soul of man
In flesh of day and bone of sleep
Who weaves our purposes to plan
All that is inside Your keep,
And all I am with all I can

Lifting muddy hands
Cry out Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

Hallelujah
Holy, Holy, Holy!

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August 16, 2013

Good Morning

By viewingcamelot

Today is new.

I’m an old wretch,

Drenched in the sins

ever seeping through,

But this is the homestretch,

And I belong to You,

 

And every day Your mercy is new.

 

 

Today is hope.

I’ve been clinging

To the very bottom

of my frayed rope,

But You keep singing,

Expanding my scope,

 

And ringing out hope.

 

Today is Yours,

And I’ve tried to take it,

but no more.

I relinquish it, break it,

Lift it off the floor

 

Teach me to let it be Yours.

 

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August 15, 2013

Christian Fellowship

By viewingcamelot

Can I
Swallow the past?
We laughed
As brothers who disagree,
But long to see
The same Father.
Can I bother
Myself to change
Or somehow rearrange
These well-detailed
Biases I’ve hailed
As defenses-
The body come to its senses.
Can I drop my hesitancy
To embrace residency
Under an enemy

Who is now my friend?
Is this an end
Or another beginning,
and Can I?
Can I?

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August 15, 2013

Perfection is He

By viewingcamelot

Where nothing is relative,

You see the flaws inherent.

Since perfection exists,

Its absence is apparent

In varying degrees,

But any separation

Is in some form

An absolute negation.

 

If perfection is beauty,

Then the closer you reach

Toward the standard

Across the breach,

The greater the emanation

Of undiluted splendor

Illuminates the vile

Unto knowledge and surrender.

 

And perhaps, per hopes,

You bear a greater reflection,

Of the unattainable,

Unavoidable perfection

That radiates all light,

Encompasses all flame,

Breathes all life,

And speaks your name.

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August 15, 2013

Hope

By viewingcamelot

I have feared hope.

Always preparing to be interred,

I have treated hope

As the brother long deferred.

 

I have smothered hope,

Guarded him as a trickster

A monkey’s paw in gifts

And nothing is a fixture.

 

I have glimpsed hope,

And even now my spirit trembles.

I have seen the truth,

Which in no way resembles

 

My fearful musings,

Or the dread I keep looming

To flood or suppress

The hope that keeps blooming.

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August 15, 2013

Holy, Holy, Holy

By viewingcamelot

 

 

More than romance or rescue,

Or the grandeur of what You do,

More than the tragedy of our insurrection,

Or the compassion in Your affection,

 

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

 

More than a savior, more than The Source

Replacing stony hatred with warm remorse

And weaving sorrow into joy complete-

Washing the creatures’ dirty feet

 

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

 

Before all time began, and on beyond

Before the stars bowed to respond

To the voice of their Architect-

Before the death You resurrect

 

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

 

Before I learned to bow the knee,

Or grasp You as my guarantee,

Or see the Truth in everything-

Before I ever learned to sing

 

You are Holy, Holy, Holy.

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August 15, 2013

Revel

By viewingcamelot

Perhaps

I’ve learned to mourn

But not rejoice.

I know the wail,

But not the lifted voice

Of joy.

 

Do

I forget I live

In the throes

Of victory?

On the bones of foes

Picked clean

 

and white washed

by decay and the elements

of Truth?

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