Broken Gathered || 2009.08.01

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He was broken beyond recognition
and He still recognized me.

And now I see His presence
and His pieces move toward together.

They catch things,
and turn them to Him.

I am also captured.
I start to see His face

as part of Him draws me.
Then more of Him draws me.

His hands pull me
as wonder captivates me.

I run now, faster than His pull.
I have escaped His grasp
to fly forward in His love.

His pieces are no compulsion
for I must have Him all.

I cannot find Him fast enough
by my earnest lightning surrounds me!

I hear His voice!
It is a storm above my own.

There exists no bounds
our tempest may contain

Beyond myself I desire Him,
zealous is His desire toward me.

Fervor beckons and won't be denied:
I do find Him. By love's triumph is He to me
more than the greatest passion
of all I can offer of life -
mine to Him.

~JLB