written May 23rd, 2016
Every room is clogged with clutter
All your mind is chaotic wonder
and now I feel destructive thunder
in my soul too.
You try to reach me in hope
but Your unknown brokenness makes every gesture a joke
because I know you’re hurting
so now I’m hurting on my own
because of you.
Your heart’s reality
invites my heart to break more deeply
I guess it doesn’t happen enough
for me to know that it hurts good.
But I’ll enter in the mystery
of the scary mind we’re haunted by
and make your terror mine.
We’ll both toss and turn all night
at the stern with Jesus Christ.
I can’t take your feeling away.
I’m not strong enough to breath new life into today.
I can’t lead because I follow
but we’ll keep our eyes on tomorrow
where the winds have died and the sea is calm
and all we hear is the most sovereign voice of all.
Night Watcher, you’re okay.
The fact that you look is perfect enough.
The truth that you care means that you’re almost there;
the proof’s in your prayers.
The Master has answered and He’s waiting there
tomorrow
after the sorrow
has brought US closer together.
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