Awake, awake! O sojourner,
Stir your heart from spiritual slumber
Resting weary in battle deep
He promised He would come for us
That He would not tarry, but come.
Not long ago we promised Him
(as He, too, promised us)
to love and cherish forever the One we love
Awake, awake! O dejected soldier,
Be not in your heart dismayed
Are you tired before the enemy great
And cannot see the path ahead
Put down your heart’s burden
Let Him carry thee and find thy rest Since the time He lit a flame in my heart to live and die for the self-same Cause It was a covenant between us
Awake, awake! O you scribe who battle with pen
And not the sword
For the ink dwindles and revelation is scarce
Though the herd stalls are vacant and the olive tree fails
It is His Spirit that inscribes
Not ability or tongue of men The heart hopes for the day of the marriage feast For “I have seen the consummation of all perfection”
We’re too far in to turn back.
Dawn breaks in the darkest night…
Like the fledgling eagle learning to fly
In quietness and trust that He provides:
Step. Drop. Fly.
in a world that esteems the cool and collectedness of objectivity values logic over the clingy sentiments of a simple folk who feel, that prides itself for being strong in their detachment and has no place for those who are irreversibly attached, who are stuck to the little things that make our existence warm; You value the insecurites, the inadequacies, the imperfections and bumbling words the expensive mistakes that time has proven and the painful honesty that no one agrees with. Even this, for all that we are for all that we are not You love us. In this we know that our God cares for us not in part, but freely, and though we have never deserved it nor will ever deserve any way You have loved us, whole. For that we are forever indebted to Your grace let us offer all that we are, (all that we are not,) at Your feet.
You have accepted our humble offering
in a world where the rich live in style and throw many things away in the name of love But the poor, the ones who fall short - those who desire to touch the hem of Your garment will give up themselves for the One they love.
For those who were forgiven much, they will come to love much. Yours, with love