Tired feet Crowded streets Beating sun Silent Apprehension Dusty eyes Too much to cry Aching back Danger lurks Feel alone This isn’t home No room No place to go Scratchy hay God seems far away What will the night bring?
On the outside looking in The darkness hovers like a blanket Making me shiver inside I sit on a hilltop far away Alone with my dreams The sheep are scattered They cannot see me The night is silent and heavy Pregnant with a desperate kind of expectation Like my land Which cries out for rescue My feet know well its rifts and scars It longs to be remembered I feel it in my bones The night is long When will morning come?
Driven by their fixation on a constellation Weary wonderers plod on, plod on Tread ahead Don’t look back don’t look back now We’ve come to far to turn back now Wonderers wonder if they are insane Pilgrims ponder if they’re half crazed Half dazed by mirages playing out on the horizon Fooling their imaginations Sometimes they fear that there is nothing there. Nothing there.
And we wait. We wait. We wait. Soul longing, heart hoping. …Aching.
And then, and then and then….
A match was struck, Phew! At once the darkness scatters out of reach.
The clouds part again. There. Stars. Pin pricks of hope in the velvety depths, mapping direction upon seemingly endless dark in which I’d lose myself.
Lighthouse shines out, a beacon of hope in the storm.
The heavens open. Glory hallelujah! All the broken land bathed in healing light.
The tips of jagged rocks turn pink as they catch the sun’s first rays of a new day. Transformed from signs of threat to signs of promise.
A NEW DAY A NEW DAY A NEW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Night is over. Darkness has lost its power. Awake my soul, A new day! Suddenly I can see. see I am not alone.
I have Holy Spirit power. I've stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I'm a disciple of His. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
My past redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure.
I'm finished and done with low living, sidewalking, small planning, smooth-knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, worldly-talking, cheap-giving, and dwarf goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, position, promotion, applause, or popularity. I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded.
I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience. I am uplifted by prayer and labour by power. My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is Heaven. My road is narrow. My way is rough. My companions are few. My God reliable. My mission is clear.
I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of my adversaries, negotiate at the table of my enemy, or ponder at the pool of popularity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up, until I've stayed up, stored up, prayed up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus.
you piece me together you take the scattered parts and bind them, fuse them you stitch together the patchwork shapes the shapes with patterns that everyone else said didn't match, you make the puzzle pieces fit when everyone else had given up
there you go piece by piece placing me together shard by shard the broken glass takes form once again
and i like it
i am surprised because it is beautiful
and it reflects the light in one hundred different directions