Wandering Soul in a land of false comforts

Come all you who wander even still
Dissatisfied in the

false comforts 

that come

at whim and will,

Always a step, touch away, we

we have for too long amused... 

ourselves with meaningless trifles, never knowing how it stifles

the deeper

longing within to be free

Our chains have been

                                       pleasure and pain,

both sought in vain to ease the healthy                         yearning

within our very souls;

Our shallow hearts have

gone old and grey.

Yet we stay in the very poison that numbs

Our minds

and quiets our souls
Ah, but still you

are wandering,

Looking for what is so much more deeply satisfying,
your deepest soul

defying the numbing poison that

all this time                    

 would keep you denying

your love of

the most Beautiful One...

And you wander with an                

Aching soul,

knowing your heart was never meant to be      

poor,

Perhaps an impoverished

spirit

Is deeper than a reality we accept as truth-
Perhaps it is an embedded lie we've believed

from the days of our youth

But a voice

so familiar yet foreign

Cries out
to those who                                      

seek...

"Come,"
Not demanding

...a single thing,

but rather offering what can only be called

A life breathing joy

He's never offered anything less than

total satisfaction for our eternal desires,

A promise to be a blazing fire in this cold wilderness
to calm this empty chill that seems so dire.
What else could the answer have been than 

                        this infinite one, could it be He,

who breathes

  life within?

You're                      

the only answer, 

The only mystery

that makes sense-

Sacrificing yourself as

 my beautiful recompense,

Wholly flawless

and

perfectly holy...

                             

I find 

myself a patchwork of sin and lies,

covering myself in a                                 

Mismatched Disguise

to claim some sort of compromise 

simply that...

... even still.... I might not be laid to shame

But yet comes perfect beauty so near,

to not break my heart but turn it                    

pure and clear

and I am clothed in righteousness

at the simple knowledge of His name;

Where I deserved the shame I hid,

and the pain amidst my weary soul,

His recompense for me was to let me be rid of sorrow 

and cleansed

                               for a purer tomorrow

with Him.