Behold, The Tabernacle Of God Is With Men
CHOSEN I WRESTLE WITH THAT WORD IT ELUDES MY HEART SOMEHOW, I'M CHOSEN BY HIM AND WILL BE REUNITED BEING EMBRACED BY HIS ARMS IS A BEAUTIFUL CONCEPT A BURIED MEMORY OF NATAL CARE I'M AWARE I WAS CREATED IN LOVE, CRADLED STILL, THINGS WERE LOST I CAN'T REMEMBER THAT WARMTH IN MY MOTHER'S GRASP A VOID REMAINS A PULL TOWARDS A MOTHERLY SILHOUETTE SHE WAS ALWAYS MY MOTHER CARE ABOUNDED NO LIFE APART FROM HIM NO WAY WE CAN KNOW TRUE PEACE APART FROM HIS LOVING PRESENCE HOW I LONG FOR THE VEIL TO BE THINNER WE ARE BLIND TO OUR YEARNING THAT JET-BLACK EXPANSE IF MAN DIDN'T HURT WE'D SOON DECAY IF MAN DIDN'T THIRST WE'D DIE IN GRACE, WE SEE DEATH AS THE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF TRUE DEPENDANCE MY PAIN IN THE FLESH LET ME SEE ANOTHER HURT WAS MADE INTO JOY ACHE RECREATED NO SLEIGHT OF GOD'S HAND FOR YAHWEH FELT IT ALL SO LET GO OF BITTERNESS BANISH ALL SHAME HEAL IN IMMANUEL'S MOST PRECIOUS NAME AS I RUN, WE FOLLOW HIS LEAD HE CHOSE TO BLEED ...