Wild Ones

The wild call stirs in the evening breeze,

A cry to the mountains, carried far from foreign seas

To catch on my tongue and on it dance

As I learn the melodies of a far-off land

This isn't home, my restless heart knows well

And the stories of my place of belonging

Are nearly too wild to tell

But here in this sojourner's camp, I catch glimpses still.

As laughing eyes glimmer with mine by the fireside

And in freedom, they grin without trying to hide

To see the eternity-coated soul is to see the sketches of the heart of God

To see man, no masks, totally known, totally accepted

Resting on the chest of Him who loved them best of all;

That sort of peace is rarely seen in world-weary faces.

It's a strange tension- the total peace and endless restlessness

That exists in the Lovers of Christ

To watch them embrace the fullness of His presence 

So completely that they pull to the sound of His voice just yonder

A little further, a little longer, 

Until our pilgrim days are done,

Until we arrive at the finish line on the highways of Zion

Here in the wild places, I see Him

As I sit under the endless sky, my mouth echoing cries

Of longing for my beloved 

And the twinkle of His eyes crosses through the veil

I can see His character in the evening dew that settles-

And the fire embers that speak of quiet conversations

Late into the night,

As He teaches me and my soul reaches

To find His hand in the quiet wild of night.

I fight to see these moments, a little further, a little deeper

To open my eyes and call to my soul,

"Wake up, o sleeper! Rise from the dead..."

When I've come to the end of myself, 

On the precipice of forever,

These earth bits will surely be severed

Until all that remains is the eternity 

that was breathed from the beginning;

Until then, I'll be here, 

Under the spinning, dazzling stars,

Learning how far heaven is when it draws near

to the true worshippers....

When we meet in the night to whisper Words of adoration 

And stand in the utter smallness of ourselves

One body,

Stripped of masks and lies

Staring into endless skies

Crying out- Heaven, come soon.

For now, all are welcome,

We'll always have room at this fireside;

This family of pilgrims will be known by music,

And the sounds of mirth and praise

As we wait and seek His face,

Journeying on together in this wondrous race

towards Zion- 

Bringing any and all who would seek to come.

In the wilds we'll be,

Under stars we will see

The glimmer of His presence.

And as we shed the last remnants of these flesh-based masks,

We will ask to approach and He'll draw near

Close to those ones willing to run into the blazing light

That shines brighter than suns-

Wild hearts chasing after, dancing with the Wild, wondrous King