There in that crevice, in that corner
buried in horror and humiliation:
a broken resolve, a frozen dream;
waiting in resurrection, guiding
us on, that still small voice
in the wilderness of the heart
that just never gets smothered.
There is a risen Lord in all of us, waiting
waiting to tide over, waiting to cross over;
Yes He finds us, when unsteady
faith is rocking in a hundred storms,
walking on the waters. Yes
the sea of Galilee is indeed here;
When in awe we sit by the doors
of that right reverend,
or that elevated achiever,
He allows our tears to wash his feet,
our hair to dry them up
and pours His simple love out;
He revives the dead in us; Yes,
He is death revived,
the resurrected Truth in us, the
eternal Hope of an unfamished fragrance.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
There in that crevice, in that corner
buried in horror and humiliation:
a broken resolve, a frozen dream;
waiting in resurrection, guiding
us on, that still small voice
in the wilderness of the heart
that just never gets smothered.
There is a risen Lord in all of us, waiting
waiting to tide over, waiting to cross over;
Yes He finds us, when unsteady
faith is rocking in a hundred storms,
walking on the waters. Yes
the sea of Galilee is indeed here;
When in awe we sit by the doors
of that right reverend,
or that elevated achiever,
He allows our tears to wash his feet,
our hair to dry them up
and pours His simple love out;
He revives the dead in us; Yes,
He is death revived,
the resurrected Truth in us, the
eternal Hope of an unfamished fragrance.
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