Darkest Night

#*O darkest night, what are you for?

Sometimes to wrestle, sometimes to rest

But always to cling to Jesus more

Though senses are dulled, desires awaken

Aching grows stronger, inhibitions are taken

Less seeing, less hearing, more hunger, more longing

Answers are dimming while questions are thronging

More drilling, more filling

The canyons of my soul

More boring, more pouring

Himself into the hole

More stretching, more catching

Away my gasping breath

More tearing, more sharing

In the union of His death*#

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Notes: "But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them ******* that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His sufferings, becoming like Him in His death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."
~ Philippians 3:7-14

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Tags: #darkness #night #wrestling #jesus #rest #pain #struggle #heartache #questions #tearing

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