When will we move on? Beyond roads of forgiveness for ourselves and beyond. The horrid messes of things. Compromising our walk within. This path to the holy presence of the Devine One's rescuing. I cannot see into these things. These things that are key. Can I move past futile frivolous self-centered things? These obsessive hole fillers bring with them to peace. They fester within our souls. Things we cannot control. What I cannot control.
I go down and yet down again these roads. These roads of smoke. These roads of mirrors. These roads of self centered tears. Oh Guinea Pig I see you in my room. Running around like your are on shrooms. Oh how we are like you. Drastically running, running, running. Running forever more, never able to sustain. Never able to stay unafraid. I look unto you oh Guinea Pig. Oh how you mirror us too much as Gods children. We cannot sustain. We cannot contain. What our impulses within ourselves rage. We are driven by hunger. Like animals we are by our hunger put asunder. We cannot help ourselves. We cannot stop our running. We cannot stop our impulsary living. We all need to be broken before you. Oh so broken unto complete rest. The end of ourselves. Looked up inside Your cage. Our broken legs. Before You we then contain. Before You we are given a Name.
Righteous You call our name. Righteous You call us, we have no shame. Righteous Your name is ours. Only by the spilling of blood is grace given us. You atoned for us. We have Righteous upon us. Your elect, righteous we are made in Your sight. I cannot truly delight. I see the sight. The sight of unholy light. That light contained in all men. How can we defend? We cannot defend. Yet You love us. You chose us before we were conceived. How can we cause You to be pleased? How can we serve You in such a sea? This sea called service. This sea, which seems drowning. It drowns me. I cannot see. The light of Your sovereign will in me. How can I compare unto You oh King. How can I compare unto You oh greatness? I cannot see. You see through me. That is how I see. I take in Your mind, which You give unto me. That is how I see. No man can free. Only divinity supreme.
You see through me… I see
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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