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Lay it all down again, every single day.
Lay it all down again, your need to be affirmed and praised. Lay it all down again, let Him put His yoke upon you, God who came as man, God who served and washed your hands and feet. Lay it all down again, He alone is worthy. Jesus is worthy of it all. Live life poetically
With vigor, with symmetry Be thoughtful, be generous And foolish in the wisest way Father, I can’t breathe
So you fill my lungs and sustain me Father, I can’t see So you stay steadily alongside me Father, I can’t feel So you patiently protect the heart in me Father, Father, help Joy is too much for me, I can’t hold to hope right now, They are too big and too obtuse Father, Father, stay For though you are much You are gentle and quiet and honest You do not belittle my pain Father, Father, I am not enough for this But somehow you are in this with me Somehow you are still good Hope.
It means all kinds of things, From a casual well-wish, To a resilient grip on belief. Hope Deferred is heart-sickness And realized feels like a dream. Hope Is a bright and shadowed being, Hard to pin down or stick in a box. Hope Lives and breathes and whispers, It stands far off in the distance - calling? Hope Hums a consistent note of wonder While it moves in rhythm with grace. Hope Is the inheritance of the altruist And of the realist who has known true love. Hope, It means all kinds of things, From a vain and pointless whimper, To a steady relationship with peace. Hope. Hope points our hearts to the King. You take me in my emptiness
and You steadily fill. You take me in my trembling and You are my strength. You are mighty to save. You are mighty to save. You are not vague to Me.
I know you in very certain terms. I have established My Spirit in you, Do not disregard or disobey My Spirit in you, You know the voice, you know how He leads. Look at Me, lean into Me for lion-strength To face the days to come. Lord, can we talk?
Of course! Any time you want. Lord, I am not enough for this. I know. And that is ok. All I ask is for you to be present in your days. My head is foggy, swirling, amorphous. I can’t catch a grip of myself. Even so, I Am here. I Am not one who leaves you to struggle alone. I Am always here. Things feel so big. Ha, you remembered. “My God is so BIG, so strong, and so mighty; there’s nothing my God cannot do.” You don’t have to have everything figured out at once. You are not omnipotent. It is ok to feel small. My grace is mighty in small things. I mean it when I say to not worry, but instead to pray. Lean on Me, little one. Sweet Faith, it is ok to feel small. Be worn down.
Let your resentments and your shame be worn down until they are threadbare, seen for all the false comfort they are, let them shrivel up in the sunlight, they cannot stand its surety, for they have no grounded substance. To hold myself up in my own strength
Is counter to my given identity. I am not self-made, I am crafted in the image of divinity, By grace through faith I believe it. May as well wash all the dishes.
May as well be soft and sweet. May as well hang on to wishes In the midst loss complete. It is fortitude, not brute strength, Which enables perseverance. It is surrender, at great length, Which transforms the world’s appearance. May as well take time to grieve. May as well halt dizziness. May as well accept reprieve From our devotion to busyness. It is empathy, not I’m-rightness, Which builds health in community. It is generosity, fierce brightness, Which outshines disunity. |
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