Crouched, huddled, humbled
Cowering in grief and loneliness
Hunched over, enveloped in darkness
Afraid, ashamed and alone;
Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,
Emancipation, peace, deliverance
And yet, I hear a voice.
Soothing, inaudible – yet not.
Distinct, definitive, refreshing
Dare I turn?
Dare I look upward?
Dare I risk vulnerability?
I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.
This is not living.
Standing, turning, reaching
The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height
Where the eagle rests,
Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley
Still the voice calls.
I am drawn, but I cannot reach.
I breathe afresh
Deeply, drawing in refreshment
Expelling all that would hinder
I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.
Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;
All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame
I am lifted up,
On eagle wings,
To lofty peak,
In crevice rest.
Untouchable by darkness
I see the Light shine on me.
The warmth of wings – of comfort
The security of Rock – fortress
I sleep in peace
Nourishment is sweet
No fear of abandonment
The Voice, ever present
Only when He has prepared me
Shall we go on from here
The Sustainer and the sustained
In the dark, dark man,
There was a dark, dark, sin.
In the dark, dark sin,
There was a dark, dark thought.
In the dark, dark, thought,
There was a dark, dark mood.
In the dark, dark mood,
There was a dark, dark, act.
In the dark, dark act,
There was The Dark, Dark Blood.
In The Dark, Dark, Blood,
There is The Bright, Bright Light.
In The Bright, Bright Light,
There is HOPE!
Micaela, Emma-Mae and Gina Marie
Reflecting on Matthew 8:5-13
The centurion’s statement of faith was about who Jesus is and who he himself was in the light of that knowledge.
His request was for healing.
His statement of faith was about who Jesus is.
Michael Card – Scribbling In The Sand
But Jesus is more than his gifts…He wants to give…himself.
…Jesus, already having given all he could, seeks out men and women to see them again, to touch them and be touched by them
The Son shines through the dark,
I see the dust and dirt
The Spirit Wind blows,
The fog of dust is gone
With the light of the Son
And the power of the Spirit Wind
I clean away the marks
Left by the dust and dirt