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Like a Lover hiding a special gift He leads me – eyes closed on a winding road I want to peep – just to know – to be sure He tells me to trust him – not to open my eyes After a while its not fun anymore – my anticipation Is replaced with ritual and boredom – distracted By the gift I neglect the Giver that is with me When I’m tired we stop – he feeds me when I’m hungry My feet is strengthened – I rest in a shady place I know He walks beside me- yet I murmur and moan I am a child of the nation he walked with ages ago I ask the same childish questions Are we there yet; Can’t we stay here Do we have to go on; Can’t we go back home Patiently he leads me on My legs ache more than my heart We climb higher and higher still My heart faintly remembers why Were on this journey in the first place It was I in ******* that cried out For his salvation He heard, he came and he rescued me We escaped mighty armies Lived in divine provision – enjoyed protection I was living in the land of milk and honey Then he calls me to move again A cloud of witness by day A pillar of fire by night I long for fine gold and garlic Suddenly the sound of Pharoah’s burdens seem light I could live with his whips on my bruised back The shame, the scorn, the drudgery matters less now Then I had security, shelter, food, work Even though I was settled in a foreign land Yet my heart yearned for something more Something unknown - When I desired this yearning for what could be The bread and meat of slavery was not enough I had a vision of more awaiting me- the more Promised to my father’s – an inheritance to be claimed I was to be a king and priest – not bonded slave I was to be the image of God – not a platonic shadow in a cave Great, mighty, blessed to be a blessing I was to be like a million stars lighting the sky Now I walk with flimsy sandals Tired legs, weary heart, torn dressing Faithfully following my Lovers leading When my mind is still – He speaks Assuring me that all will be well with my soul He will never leave me or reject me I am His bought with a price more than silver Gold or the galaxies of the heavens I am His special possession purchased before time Lost and found through His grace I am His beloved – the apple of his eye As I still my mind – He speaks Above the distracting noise of success Into the drowning noise of fear He speaks of fresh hope – manna for today As I listen in – I hear The sound of still waters, the smell of fragrant lilies The summer breeze on my skin, the softness of his hand Holding me – leading me and when the moment is right He asks me to slowly open my eyes and see With the delightful anticipation of a long lost lover He looks at me – sensitive to my every response I look with blurry eyes - then slowly start to see We’re standing on a mountaintop In – between land and sea and sky Colours collide in cosmic chorus Birds sing in tune, waves crashing cymbals The mountains thunder in praise Heavens pour down with refreshing rain My tears of joy and utter awe melt my tired heart He embraces me tenderly – touching me – teaching me
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
In Stillness He Speaks
Like a Lover hiding a special gift He leads me – eyes closed on a winding road I want to peep – just to know – to be sure He tells me to trust him – not to open my eyes After a while its not fun anymore – my anticipation Is replaced with ritual and boredom – distracted By the gift I neglect the Giver that is with me When I’m tired we stop – he feeds me when I’m hungry My feet is strengthened – I rest in a shady place I know He walks beside me- yet I murmur and moan I am a child of the nation he walked with ages ago I ask the same childish questions Are we there yet; Can’t we stay here Do we have to go on; Can’t we go back home Patiently he leads me on My legs ache more than my heart We climb higher and higher still My heart faintly remembers why Were on this journey in the first place It was I in ******* that cried out For his salvation He heard, he came and he rescued me We escaped mighty armies Lived in divine provision – enjoyed protection I was living in the land of milk and honey Then he calls me to move again A cloud of witness by day A pillar of fire by night I long for fine gold and garlic Suddenly the sound of Pharoah’s burdens seem light I could live with his whips on my bruised back The shame, the scorn, the drudgery matters less now Then I had security, shelter, food, work Even though I was settled in a foreign land Yet my heart yearned for something more Something unknown - When I desired this yearning for what could be The bread and meat of slavery was not enough I had a vision of more awaiting me- the more Promised to my father’s – an inheritance to be claimed I was to be a king and priest – not bonded slave I was to be the image of God – not a platonic shadow in a cave Great, mighty, blessed to be a blessing I was to be like a million stars lighting the sky Now I walk with flimsy sandals Tired legs, weary heart, torn dressing Faithfully following my Lovers leading When my mind is still – He speaks Assuring me that all will be well with my soul He will never leave me or reject me I am His bought with a price more than silver Gold or the galaxies of the heavens I am His special possession purchased before time Lost and found through His grace I am His beloved – the apple of his eye As I still my mind – He speaks Above the distracting noise of success Into the drowning noise of fear He speaks of fresh hope – manna for today As I listen in – I hear The sound of still waters, the smell of fragrant lilies The summer breeze on my skin, the softness of his hand Holding me – leading me and when the moment is right He asks me to slowly open my eyes and see With the delightful anticipation of a long lost lover He looks at me – sensitive to my every response I look with blurry eyes - then slowly start to see We’re standing on a mountaintop In – between land and sea and sky Colours collide in cosmic chorus Birds sing in tune, waves crashing cymbals The mountains thunder in praise Heavens pour down with refreshing rain My tears of joy and utter awe melt my tired heart He embraces me tenderly – touching me – teaching me
Stanley Arumugam Tuzi Gazi, Richards Bay 30th April 2012
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
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