2008.10.30

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2008.Oct.30

And I said just once,
God, I want to hear you say your name.
Then I felt awe as a wind washed through me
Praise rose up as I couldn't search for words
As I felt cool morning on my skin, He said
"All life is through me."
"Yes, but your name-" I asked again, hoping only
for Encounter; the desire of closeness edging over the want of voice.
And I breathed deeply praise, songs of beauty filling my mind
as the magnificence of divine workmanship sings its own song.
I hear the sounds of creation surround me
Let all creation praise The Name I've not yet heard
let all creation yearn - for of creation, the Master speaks to me.
I am His child. He touches the earth, and blows on the trees
but my heart is His home: He loves me.

By breathing I magnify, by singing I glorify
by living I praise.
Let my life be a worship, and my heart be a song
let my love be a fire unendingly strong.
Let my words all be incense and my life be a forge,
And let creation follow me to the presence of the Lord.
My King lives wanting, straining for creation's voice
to call as created, for love to be restored,
So I am the flute He will use to say His Name.
His breath through my hollowness resonates,
His hands shape the sounds.
Creation hears the tones - responds
I am made His Glory and the pursuit of His face
This place is of Him, my purpose is to Him
If death cannot praise I see why there is life.

~JLB
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