It's hard to explain the cry of my heart in one single poem. |
A quiet throne of peace That stills my heart And makes me want to scream! In desperation For more of something from a king Whose pierced hands Drew blood and tears around his heart And saved me from a bitterness That's disappeared Because of two pierced hands Of a king who loves me And sent his peace as quiet as a dove. To be still and know reality of who he is Makes me quietly resound his love And dance And sing And praise And worship And love AND SCREAM! His love... Sitting still inside his presence Is all that matters now. It's life or death. Jesus! Life or death and Peace or hate and Joy or grief and... Jesus! How can I want less? How can I ever have wanted any less than the peace and joy and love That comes from two pierced hands Of a king who loves me? Jesus! What can I say, Lord!? What can I do for you, Jesus!? Jesus! How can I tell you how grateful I am!? I can't!!! I CAN'T!!! Jesus, I need to know how much you love me. That I would help them drive a nail through your flesh. That I would do something like that... That you've felt and you know And then to not accept you...and yet... You love me, Jesus Christ. Your love is... Everything, Jesus, What more could I want? But you Your love- amazing, wonderful, so humble, Creater of the Universe. The beauty of your love. How incomprehensible. |