Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Purposefully positioned

Purposefully positioned

I stop and listen
For the sound of my name
From your heart
Like a stringed thing
A wondrous winged thing
I know every step is perfect in your hand

My soul calls to you
Even when my heart declines to answer
Mended my broken limbs
You made me a dancer
When I had no eyes to see
You showed me colors that dazzled the mind
When I had no mouth to speak
Your word stood and shined
My soul calls to you
What a precious gift to find

Whatever my heart seeks
It is in your delight
Only you can make the darkness
Set to light
Like a butterfly on a branch
I am positioned in your hand
Your spirit has moved the unmovable mountain
The unmalleable face of my deepest fear
I am tender in the aching places
But the touch of you heals


And my soul cries out
and my soul calls out
and my mind yearns for you
how good it is to be loved
how good it is to be loved
how good my God loves
God loves.....

1 comment:

the prisoner's wife said...


i am diggin the musicality of the poems. lovely!