Oily,
Inflamed
Skin—
Oh,
Nemesis...
Itchy
Vengeance
Yours!
Two trees, twisted together,
Only other-focused;
Adorned as a
Beautiful bride
In Immanuel's
Divine dwelling,
Embraced evermore
It is a yearning for You, O Lord
You have waited with such patience
and seen the wounds
The wounds are healing
The scabs are flaking
And the Yearning is uncovered,
awakened,
ignited,
And You, Lord, You satisfy
Like never before,
Or maybe just like before,
But in truth, like nothing else can
My yearning for You is overshadowed
by Your love for me,
not because I am loveable,
but because You are loving—
Love itself!
You see me
You know me
my lusts,
my obsessions,
my midnight habits,
my proud arrogances,
my depravity
And still You went to the Cross
From my mind,
it doesn’t make sense
From Your mind,
my sense is preempted
I am back
You never left
All I can do is
bask,
wrap up,
stare amazed,
and thank
Holy Spirit, keep it up
Holy Spirit mighty
Lead the worship and the praise
and with the truth teach rightly!
Eunuch worshiped in ‘Salem
Then pondered on Isaiah
Philip ran and taught him well
And baptized him in water
Holy Spirit, keep it up
Holy Spirit mighty
Lead the worship and the praise
and with the truth teach rightly!
Inspiration of the Lord
He breathed on writers olden
So then they penned it on a scroll
And they were so emboldened
Holy Spirit, keep it up
Holy Spirit mighty
Lead the worship and the praise
and with the truth teach rightly!
adapted from "Yankee Doodle"
Public Domain