Monday, August 15, 2011

When Broken

And a hundred other lovers call my name. And it sounds attractive. But so much wasted time. Wasted affection of the heart. Wasted thought. And even shame because of the storm I create. And yet, I come. And one thing remains: to sit at your feet and soak in the presence of the great lover, and ask with all affection, “With what YOU have given ME, what shall I do?” No other’s task is mine. And no lover that you haven’t given me shall take my time. And no cause than that of the cross will I stand up for. And to keep my heart for you, to keep my surrender to you. And to You alone. Break the chains and break the lies. Rescue me. I need you.
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I built another temple to a stranger
I gave away my heart to the rushing wind
I set my course to run right into danger
Sought the company of fools instead of friends

You know I've been unfaithful
Lovers in lines
While you're turning over tables with the rage of a jealous kind
I chose the gallows to the aisle
Thought that love would never find
Hanging ropes will never keep you
And your love of a jealous kind

Trying to jump away from rock that keeps on spreading
For solace in the shift of the sinking sand
I'd rather feel the pain all too familiar
Than to be broken by a lover I don't understand
'Cause I don't understand

One hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars
If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace
And love that shames the wise, betrays the heart's deceit and lies
And breaks the back of foolish pride
~”Jealous Kind” by Jars of Clay
And break me wherever your love sees fit to find me. Carry me where I cannot walk. Or let me walk where you know I need to be strengthened. I cannot do this alone. And I find no satisfaction in anything other than you. And I am lifted up on wings of Eagles as I soar above the mess. And I feel the wind through my hair. There is a rising up. There is a greater thing. My heart skips a beat in anticipation of a hope I dare to hope again. And I need you. Only you. ~ The heart cry of the Needy

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