On faltering grounds
walked on by souls
who promise nothing
but that of which strips the spirit bare
abandoned to be cold and naked
longing
for what could’ve been
something greater than themselves.
Yet even such sorrow is a lie.
Suffering gained as a consequence
and not a blessing.
Come, and sing a new song
in the veil of His eternal light.
Do not settle for lamps lit by oil
and machine
but come thirsty
to rivers that always flow
and fires forever lit.
Christ, the king
Jesus,
our God
savior
has prepared the table for you.
The feast is no lie
but in fact
a promise of new life
and a pouring of fresh wine upon you
and within you.
Tell the father your woes
and watch a new story be weaved
from the every word and tear
He takes into account.
Worship Him with sorrow
praise Him with suffering
and surrender the humanity within
and see the beauty you’ve longed to taste.
The light you’ve longed to display is to be received.
Submission of one’s own spirit
promises newness
otherwise unattainable.
Fall on your knees
and be washed whiter than snow.
Welcome to your new inheritance,
fellow steward.