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 

TO SCUM OF EVE 
DROWNING IN NEED 
HEAR OF HIM
THE INVITE WE HEED
SO AS TO BE FREED 
GOD CAN REMAKE THE PAST
INTO A GLORIOUS PATH
FOR HUMANS BEING 
RECAST IN HIS IMAGE 



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Subtext: ALL THINGS WERE CREATED BY HIM, AND APART FROM HIM NOT ONE THING WAS CREATED THAT HAS BEEN CREATED. (John 1:3 NET)
































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