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I want to live open-handed.
Help me release the fist
That holds the case,
The evidence list:
The details I’ve transcribed.
I’ve want to move on
To forgive without recompense
Knowing it can’t be made right
And it makes no sense
To accuse while I plead mercy.
If they please You
Then who am I
To ask You to favor me,
Or to nullify
Your blood atonement.
Please remember me
In my lowly state,
The humility of my station.
You are Worthy, Great,
Yet show special regard to the degraded.
They hurt me;
I forgive because of You.
Because I believe You would.
Because I believe You’re true.
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You have provided for me
In the wilderness plains;
Your provisions are good.
I carry with me an inert pain
Disconnected, but embedded.
I tried to fix what’s wrong
But it’s too big for me;
I am not strong.
I can’t even protect my song.
I think I’ve been in it too long.
Please, remember my efforts,
Not my failures.
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There’s a kind of frequency
A vibration we are made to pulse
Hubris and striving twist the strings
Off-tune echoes the false
Leaves us on edge
Frustrated at offkey being
Losing the simplicity
Of harmony, of consonant melody,
We can inhabit through
Forgiving and being forgiven.
We play the measured notes
Of love, joy, peace,
Patience, kindness, goodness,
Faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
Maestro of Song,
Play one more psalm with my soul.
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I’m thinking of our timeline-
A million collisions of grace
Affection and loyalty
You showed in the face
Of my unworthiness,
Because my unworthiness
Is curable in Your pierced hands.
My heart brims with gratitude
My Father, my Brother, my Friend
My ever-constant Redeemer
My Betrothed in the end
And Your love letters abound
Every breath You’ve supplied
Is a gift of life
And I am found in this:
Thank you.
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Tiny baby legs
Shuffle by in stampede
Chubby baby cheeks
Giggle with glee
And I laugh out loud
As praise to You,
Who in tender mystery
Formed all things new.
I’m in awe of all You do.
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A lifetime past, he spoke,
though these syllables, preserved
have never faded, nor broken,
nor is dust or rust observed:
“Be the sun, not the moon.”
and like molten rock
runs downhill, absorbs, consumes,
it imbued with sudden shock
a missing piece, a missing trust.
I am not a lifeless entity
Dull but for the daylight.
The living Power living in me
is a wondrous, flaming sight
and we are one, as He is one
Why add layers of varnish?
It is futile work to be done
while He burns off every tarnish
to shine in the authenticity
of His work inside of me.
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If I’d packed my bags then
During those first steps into the rain
How heavy-laden I might have been
To hold anything but love and pain
In these two, fragile hands
Only capable of carrying
What fits inside a coffin, or a womb,
A thing to bear, or to bury
One to produce- one to consume-
On either side of standing.
All those years, the quiet dignity
Growing in adverse conditions
Our roving anonymity
Void of live ammunition-
Defenseless but for invisibility
My identity I had only sworn
To deceased associations
I wandered, well-worn
With You as my nation;
My allegiance pledged in motility.
And my Nation wanders still
To the roadless places,
The empty hands, unfilled
But heavy with the graces
Carried to the last generation:
Shall I again pledge allegiance
To my well-wandered nation?
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Curled in comfortless covers
Echoes of fracture imbued my frangible state
But I trembled to You
You delivered my fate
Into kindnesses untold
Take back the foolish words
Like wiping the tear that cannot fall
But evaporates into a new substance
And You wiped them all
Did You keep them?
How I desired family, and now
What a tremendous tree
Into which You’ve grafted
The tiny acorn of me
You as my root.
We wear our brokenness
Scars exposed, unheard-
Our sin leads the conversation
But doesn’t say the final word
You do.
I don’t see how someone so small
Fractured as I have been
Could have the audacity to
Stand before the men
Who make the world move.
How could the weakest member
Born from broken community
Reach through these last ages
Bringing grateful unity
To people better than I am
But what a gift to give!
Those growing new within Your tree
Could avoid the comfortless covers
Of our disunity
And feel the forever warmth
Adoption brings.
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My whispers collect here.
Have I been in the cold
Wandering all these years?
Hope is the old man
Singing through his tears
To the child in my soul
I can’t, but I know
God can.
Caught between the crashing waves
My desires wash out to sea
Slipped between fingers that could not save
I drop to my knees in sand.
At least the child was brave;
What is left to make of me?
I can’t, but I believe
God can.
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I sing to You
Though sweat may roll across my brow
Pain dancing along me in waves
No cure for now
But I have already been saved
In my helplessness, and in my helplessness
You’ll see me through
And what is a little turmoil against eternity?
I sing to You
In withered state,
Onlookers guessing at my loss
Perhaps a well-earned fate
But I have always thrown this on the cross
Regardless of who may accuse;
Even when I accuse, You defend with authority.
I sing to You
Not to appease, nor to procure
Some relief or resolution
But because Your worth is sure,
Incapable of any iota of diminution.
How unworthy am I to be pursued,
Yet You overtook me with Your grace.
Even if these were my last breaths
You are worthy of every song I have left
And eternally more.
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