You’re the intimate untouchable
Mighty lamb, broken Divine
The ultimate intangible,
And yet I feel I’m held by you…
Contradictions and consistent.
Always changing and the same.
All of existence finds its’ purpose
In the Kingdom of your Name.
We the masses verbally assault your bride-
Misguided and impure
Lord help me when in darkness
To live out your love for her.
I teach it to (my) your children
This I know – I’m loved by Jesus
Sometimes great, often horrible
Immanuel – God with us.
No one greater, none more powerful
None with more humility
None more broken, or more vulnerable
Or acquainted with suffering.
Thank you God. Thank you Father.
Thank you Spirit. Thank you Son.
For your breath, for your promise
For your past, and for your Kingdom…
(yeah that’s right, I get down with rhyming and stanzas…deal with it. 🙂 )
words from wick 