How do I hold all of you?
Your joy, your peace, your grief, your suffering? How do I hold all of you, my lover king? You are worthy of my sacrifice of praise, Worthy of my doubt and my faith, Worthy to be held and beheld in your glory, I know this and it’s a lot for me. Paradox king, how do you rest? Paradox king, how do you call me blessed When I am poor in spirit When I am mourning When I am meek When I hunger and thirst for righteousness When I am merciful When I am pure in heart When I am a peacemaker When I am persecuted for your namesake How do you call me blessed When the world says I am cursed and lowly? Ah. You are lower still. Lower than my lowest lonely And still more glorious than the skies, Paradox king, I can’t make sense of you. Is it that I don’t need to? That I am to trust you unexplained? Just trust and know you? Then help me know you, Lord, please. Help me know you. Comments are closed.
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