I ask to know your thoughts,
You put me on my feet to face you You move into a warrior pose, Lock eyes with me Breathe In Deeply Out Slowly In Deeply Out Slowly Before I know your thoughts You teach me how you breathe, You bring my body to a place of stillness Breathing In Deeply Out Slowly You guide me into the proper stance You make my feet and core steady You keep your eyes on me We breathe In Deeply Out Slowly This is just the beginning You are with me all the time You continue to align my rhythm with yours, You bring me into quietness, You meet my mess with gentleness, You shelter my weary mind, You lead by example Your heart beats Abide Abide Abide Abide Grace draws us deeper.
Unafraid that the valley will consume, We shrink not back from humility, From hard lessons and consistency, Because grace is full and not empty. Grace is the laugh that breaks the tension. Grace is being stuck in traffic. Grace is in any opportunity to extend such Grace as we have been given to another. Grace is pressing in and leaning back on The true substance of love, Which is patient, kind, secure, honoring, Desirous of truth, long-suffering, hopeful. Grace calls us deeper. May we hear her and respond in love. It's the way you laugh, Jesus,
The way you don't even have to say a thing For me to know your heart towards me is loving. It's the way you teach, Jesus, The way your parables cut to the heart of me, How you lead by example in every thing. It's the way you grieve, Jesus, The way your heart breaks and your tears fall As your beloved labors and aches for hope. It's the way you triumph, Jesus, The way your blood set us free from death So by faith we will rejoice with you in eternity. Teacher, don't you care if we drown?
We are the few to whom Your parables are explained, Now these waves are knocking us over, This simple boat can't take much more, Yet you seem so unbothered by our plight, You are asleep there on your pillow As if it were a calm and silent night, Teacher, don't you care if we drown? A multitude of voices begged in fear "Have mercy on us, Son of God Most High," Not wanting to return from whence they came; The pigs ran into the lake and were drowned. The man, set free at last from the storm That had flooded his body for years Recognized the Teacher rightly, asked to go With him, wherever He may go. But no. He must return and live as testimony In the place where his captivity was known, That the people may see the peace in him And have their hearts shaken with wonder. Teacher, don't you care if we drown? This is the wrong question. The Son only does what the Father is doing, The Son has his gaze on eternity, The Son rests in full authority, The Son is present in storms and at peace. Guests of the Bridegroom, close ones, friends, He longs for the day your hearts understand. I don't need fancy reasons, Lord,
To follow where You lead, Just childlike, mustard seed belief, Faith-full abandon to Your sovereignty, That's all You ask of me: Not much and everything. With man this is impossible, but not with God, All things are possible with God. You said if I surrender things For You and for the gospel, I will receive a hundred times as much (And with it persecution!). The first shall be last and the last first Here in Your upside down kingdom, Co-heir and servant, slave and king, Your bride and the body of which You are the head. So much imagery and still this foolish simplicity, Let the little ones come to Thee, Bless, bless and do not curse, Love my neighbor as I love my enemy, Bless, bless and do not curse, Keep my eyes on You at Calvary, Let the Spirit move inside and all through me freely, Listen to the voice of God and obey it. |
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