Oh, My Heart Longs for Him Alone

At first glance, this whole scene is absurd. A bunch of college students running through the proverbial meat grinder. Choosing to go without food. Asking God to “bring on the sanctification,” if you will. Ha. The lot of us in love the almighty, falling out really hard in the place of the skin, but surely what is sown in tears will be reaped in joy.

I have been reeling for two days. I have never felt so raw, so exposed. I don’t have a gauge for the last few days nor will I for the days to come. There are few things that I feel like I know to any degree right now. I do know that I am desperate, but am I desperate enough? I do know that I’m lovesick, but am I lovesick enough to walk the way of the cross, or will I remain satisfied with my current experience? Will I but enjoy a taste of the banqueting table He has put before me? 

It may seem graphic, but I feel like I’m being forced out of the birth canal a trimester too early. I’m being born prematurely. In this temporal plane, I’ve not experienced this deep weight of the eternal, the glorious.

 

Beautiful, by Phil Whickham

I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say 
You’re beautiful

I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who you are
You’re beautiful

I see you there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now you are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful

When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring 
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful 

I see Your face, I see Your face, I see Your face
You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful, You’re beautiful

~ by saltedwithfire on July 14, 2008.