When I rise
My shoulders are sore-feeble with the burden of the night’s fall
The darkness, it takes from me what the Lord promises
It eats the meat, and leaves the bones, bones, bones
my bones rattle in nakedness
they are hashed and suffer in hollow existence
fearful of the promises I am unable to believe
Here He offers me my every desire, every kind of raindrop, sun drop,
every kind of splendid wind
every embrace of the light I am capable of feeling
But my arms are crossed
because although His love does not flee
And because my heart does not bind to every, single, unrelenting LOVE
every time He opens the gates
My hands fall limp at the sight of God’s command
I do not even raise the dagger over Issac
For me to believe, I need to bottle the beauty,
confine the perfume of a heaven sent moment
for it flees,
I seek the security of a Pharoh
Who is cruel, unfaithful to the people, but still he calls himself God
My inconstancy shivers in a raw, foul, gross film
I suffer in the chains of the enemy, stubbornly waiting in unworthiness
Professing that God can do the rest, without a single word of prayer
Here He has loved me without a moment of undesire. He has pursued me, when I am nothing but that like the heart of Gomer.
He says, I have blessed you, I have reclaimed you every time you run.
You are ripe, you are ready to love me.
You are ready for your inheritance.
See, you are clothed in white
The heavens call you amended, blessed, perfect and springtime
Speak to me with the tongue of the redeemed.