In the call from east to west
one can feel the fibers in-between.
The beautiful place we call rest.
But my God,
my feet are restless
when I remember
the burning ground
that asks me to dance, to jump, to chase!
Lavished are we that stretching before us
is a canvas filled with immeasurable grace.
I don’t want to hold tears
because when they move
you create rivers of life
from their path.
I’ll stand in fire
knowing that what exists beneath the skin
has everlasting music
to fill the airs
of eternity.
Oh goodness,
oh my God I weep.
Words fail
and I find myself faltering
because I know
you’ll plant a wonderful garden
from where these broken knees land.
Silver winds run their fingers
through my hair
as my heart is filled
by the living world you’ve made.
Not its promises,
but your own
that lay beneath the brokenness.
My glimpse is the worship that sends Earth to the Heavens and us to your hands.