Come to Him, All You Weary...

Perfect beauty formed us from the breath of his kiss. Never waiting for is to draw near to him, instead choosing from the predestined moments of history itself that He would choose to desire us. To come to us. Draw closer than we could even believe we ever deserved.

When we ran and hid in shame, he sought us out, never in hatred, not a breath of contempt on His lips; he only asked of his beloved, 

where are you?

The majestic, holy prince of peace only ever wanted us to turn our face so he could look us deep in the eye: him who knows us more than we know the worst parts of ourselves, and tell us, sing melodies over us, into us, telling us again and again, through the world he created, the songs nature sings, over and over repeating a melody that only ever needed to say 

"I love you, my child... I desire you, my beloved. I know you, lost son."

Al this life we've lived apart from him, only ever truly surviving; in all this time He only ever wanted to be reconciled, to draw us back, in the most beautiful way, to that freedom of intimacy and knowledge of him.

His heart has never condemned, only called our to us, the lost and unloveable, come back.

He never expected us to be good enough for his glory.

Only that we might let him show and reveal his love for us.

The heart cry of the father is that we turn our face to him, not to prove anything, but to gaze him deeply in the eyes and let him speak love into the most dusty corners of our souls.

So open up...

Let the daylight in, let the light shine forth

In the dusty places let his love break through,

That you might walk in peace down to the darkest places 

With his love lighting your way

Kadosh

This is adventure with you.

To collapse the walls I've built up inside til I have no place else to hide. 

To melt sorrow and the chill of hardened pain

And let it be swept far to the side, like structures of sand in the pouring rain

Teach me, Darling One, once more how I ought love free,

To live even for one day in the identity you've set for me.

For a day to live soft, to love open, 

For that this shell life I'd gladly bring to an end

I yearn to be weak without cost, 

To feel pain and bring out of stagnation

The identity I have lost.

To live for you was never intended to be life lived strong

But rather life set apart,

Until the lies erase and what remains is flawless art.

Jesus, take this pen, 

The hands I use to create, 

Express,

Take my voice and let them be

Consecrated, Lord, to Thee

This, my sacrifice, not out of a religious spirit pouring lies. 

My desire is for you, to be your Bride, spotless and fragrant before you.

Let me understand completely the beauty of this Kadosh you have called me to live.

I set these gifts you have granted me at the feet is the most worthy of Glory. 

As the widow smashed fragrant oil, valuable and desirable,

At your feet,

Wasting worldly greatness for love, 

True love alone,

I break my gifts as an offering to be spent on you, Beloved, alone.

I desire these for naught but you,

That they be set apart for your Beauty to be magnified, 

Made manifest in me.

I pour myself out and what I could offer as this, my sacrifice, that my soul might be dedicated 

For you.

So let every word I write, every note I sing, 

Be consecrated and pleasing in your eyes. 

Let no word I sing or write be anything you would not desire.

My first fruits belong to you;

Use them as you will, 

My Lord, my Love.