What does it feel like to be Samson What does it feel like to be David Or Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego And hear the building crumble around you And stare in the jaws of a hungry lion Or feel the heat of the furnace around you
What does ‘set apart’ feel like.
What if the world was set in embers, Yet you did not burn up; Every footstep a battle, Every handshake the preamble Over and over, again and again A race to the end. Every directed laughter a flaming arrow Every attempt to wash feet the blow of a mocking sandal I visit these worlds, Each one usurped with a different disease But the difference is not the fault: It is indeed the very beauty, the very Maker’s glory. And so i visit the different bonfire’s I cannot put their designs in words, but truly are they fearfully & wonderfully made.
I just long for Home sometimes Jesus.
Your cool stream of life quenching the fire on my skin Bringing spring to a dying heart Rejuvenated I step back into the race Only, I then begin forgetting Your face The sweat drips over my brow And I start to close my eyes in exhaustion Not paying awares to Your support, water & restoration Not seeing that You stand on the burning coals also- Not looking down to see my sandals have been Yours Forgetting You are here with me, not just watching from distant shores.
If there was a world for me, I think I would also even forget Home.
So i praise You, Not with tears of wonder, but submission and pain Not with disdain or blame But longing for one of the same though in You i have everything So even this i give to Your Will & Your Name
Apart from worlds, yet Eli Eli, have Your way Bring about Your light, on the new & glorious day.