Immovable rock crushing over hope,
Guarded and secured with fear of life.
Secured. Sealed. Succumbed to sin.
But eternal hollows cannot contain eternity
Death shrouds cannot cover over life
Dawns cannot wait to break forth in glory
The sky cannot hold back the maker’s roar of power
The ground cannot restrain his force of beauty
So, hope burst forth and respoke such joy into creation’s song.
And the eternal melody still echoes from that empty tomb,
Verse ricochets, “heaven” th
If he is not here – fast:
Weep, mourn, tear your clothes, shout and gnash and burn
Be shrouded in sackcloth and anointed with ash. Oh, see you’re loved and turn.
Till then, flood your eyes till they are empty sore,
Abandon hope of rest, of peace of anything anymore.
Go on and silence you voice through desperation screams of, “I”
Let distortion rage and rule and reign and crush you as you cry.
The lack of him so great. But he is here – see:
Throw yourself in sweet humi
Descending from the mountain of spoken truth
carrying the truth; surrounded.
Every word spoken, now to live.
Not just words;
Life. And to live it – not perform it:
On the journey, to live it- with willingness
In the city, to live it – with authority
In the home, to live it – with compassion. Always willing, always authority, always compassion.
One and one and one and many.
Living truth. #huffadine #SPOKENWORD #christian #creative #matthew8 #andnowto