with longing for Your vision;
to see the world as You,
to discern and feel,
to grasp what You know
and I ache.
Be gone from here
to heal and love,
To depart from here in freedom from that which
tears at the flesh of our souls
and eats us
in from out.
And hatred rules
as self comes first
and others sulk in the stupidity of their own.
Surely none know better than You
but think we are You
and know better as self.
The me, the my
the I know most and mostly care what fills
the gaping abyss of the love gone, abandoned
for love of what ruins.
Twisting the soul of whom
in deception and cackles
to bring the the might,
the maybe release of agony of soul
In disregard of truth of soul.
Criminal desire destroying youth
and taking what is not his own
and body wracked with loss of child
and memory of holding her inside.
Foolish wealth of no meaning
driving the mind and separating love.
Fear from what cannot be known
making known destruction.
Words of value little
belittle, wound, then scar
forever remaining to remind
of worth that is lost.
And I hate the hatred,
no rule of golden as we despise
And I hurt
I hurt
I hurt
LORD save!
I cannot be where You are not.
The incomplete of distance and lack
of You.
It's You who hopes and loves and saves
and save me from the sheol of what I cannot take.
And as I long to run
and feel no more
the ache of life
I long for life but not from him
or her or them
but You
and hope takes hold
when I see You not
but feel Your strength
buried beneath the layers of self
and self and self
as each seeks his own and
places others beneath
beside
but never before.
But hope
I feel
I long
I need to know,
know You
fill from You.
Take loss and teach,
give reason for wrath
and I loosen the grip on
that which tears
and glimpse joy in the that might be
could be
that will be only from You.
Until I release
Until thoughts relent
Until I grasp You
and soul is devoured by
truth
love
truth
embrace of just compassion
and that which sees beneath the surface of humanity
Until that
and then
be now!
Only You to fill with the vision of hope
to be where You would have me
and fulfillment only in the ethic
of working for You
And work I must
pursuit
in pain
in loss for right,
shirking the gray to exist in its own disdain
for what that matters
not desire alone.
In truth I long.
In hope I live.
In You is all and all is good
and naught for life without
So cling in all
relent in none
for life complete in greatness
of the world's regard of nothing
but Your reality of full and ever strong
and right.
