7:28 PM 4/11/2009
I In Him
How often is Death celebrated in greatness
for the magnitude of his defeat?
Or life torn away
that Love could lose restraint?
What is love
that its writ was ordained
to burn back from beyond
and reign immortal again?
And what star am I?
That my king pluck _me_
from heaven's glittering carpet
and embrace me to His heart.
His breath brings resurrection
his touch, warmth within my frame
He gathers my bones together
and fastens me to them
And breathes in me
to make me alive
and I open my eyes
and see His whole face smile
It makes worth-while
the pain and struggles,
the fight to simply live.
The death beneath my skin
is only a shadow when my life is Him.
Dawn could freeze cold,
the warm sun never shine again,
but He would sustain
for His love will remain
And I would be in Him.
~JLB
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