In shadow, I struggle to choose the way, groping
For a familiar anchor, but none greets my closed
Eyes, my stumbling feet, my swindled ears.
My mind drifts with foolishness, lilting keys playing,
Seeking elusive chords. Of conspiring powers?
Muddled thoughts? The result is the same.
Why must the well-scrubbed panes again become so soiled?
Beauty and glory are beheld beyond the light,
But once embraced seem to leak from sight.
Hopeful frustration pervades my arid senses
Like frozen desert rain; waiting feels eternal!
Clarity darkens, my eye shudders.
O, to be faithful, to be pleasing, to be Yours;
Yet my ways and thoughts are too low to know if truth
These desires are, or mere silhouettes.
Your vision arcs high over time like light to land,
Your hand holding a universe of nows and thens;
Your immensity subdues my mind.
Can any work of my hands, my thoughts, my voices
Of heart, mind, soul, body truly cause? Where in Your
Indescribable being am I?
Toeing the verge, leaning forward in confusion,
I see dark chasms, but to freedom or collapse?
Dust becomes of poise and composure.
As numb panic vibrates through my flesh, a murmur
Behind and before crackles along unseen wire
And divides black thoughts strung together.
Pointing down, You reveal the fork before my feet:
I've traveled great distance to stand still! Yet Follow,
You say, and one path bears Your footprints.
A chorus rejoices You lack no thing! and panes
Clear, struggling flesh exposed, a battle waging
To dig its way out of death's cages.
The calloused fingers of the Old Man once more cringe
And decrease before Your Holy Spirit's loud charge
Through veils wrought by deceit and consent.
Anger rises at my lack of discernment; why
Agree with the voice of the condemned? Yet Your peace
Corrects--this too is within Your hand.
Familiar notes You sing take me back and forward
To recall who You are, Your unshakable choice
Of me; I can only weep relief.
Hope has returned to rescue His bride; not again-- Forever. I've merely witnessed it for this day,
And restored understanding leaps free!
Toward His glory I turn my face, rain cleansing
My eyes of Satan's latest foolish laboring.
It sates my pain, drowns fear's dusty clouds.
My gaze lowers, resting, soaking in Your power.
My snowy heart surges anew deep in my chest--
Mind cleared, eyes raised with Your purpose.
From poisonous lurings through the flesh, the pure grace
Of my King has refreshed me. Rising, the New Man
Once more picks up the armor of God!
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