The Perspective of Light || 2008.12.27

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2008.12.27

The Perspective of Light

The trade of death for life,
    the death of a man already condemned
An exchange of toys and tempest
    for the discipline of Kingdom and the passion of Love
My King knows my name,
    and before His presence He sustains my memory
and He burns to trade - my ashes for His eternal fire
He longs not for the carving of my name He holds in His palm
He yearns for my heart - the beating in my chest
All of my pulse to remember His face and steal my breath away
All of my pulse to race with the lightning that expels the world
and brings my face to the ground so He may raise me
and change my dust, my shame for His Glory, for His face
Oh, how could I clasp to the death that will drown me
and tear me to pieces so many thousands of ways?
When my Light and my Savior:
The God who adores me
Stands at His door then goes searching for me
Enduring all mire, desert and temptation
betrayal of friends, ridicule and degradation
And finds me broken
Then trades Death for Life

~JLB
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