A Student's ThanksNovember 24, 2007  Spirit of a Psalmist
House of Grace Where you find Grace
There is more Grace! The Mercies of the Lord are renewed upon me every morning Day by Day I go through moments of my life passing through the Great Divide that cuts living from dead Spirit from body real from imagined wheat from chaff wheat from tare blood from wine salty from seasonless Experience from existence eternity from damnation Missing the miracle the gift in everything I walk through the darkness Willing myself on numbing senses to seeming reality Yet oblivious of the hard gentle yet firm the steady cushion carrying me leading me through the night Nestling me in my pain pressing me on to a promised place.  A dawn
a new day rising glorious lights but one shining star The grass withers, the flower fades, the vines dry up as rivers run dry. Still the Mountain, stands tall Insurmountable! As the sky looms large
ceaselessly watching the goings on below silently speaking, what I cannot, hear Consciously seeing what I cannot see Patiently waiting that I may wake! I sleep soundless, dreamless, naked. Yet red does my blood flow, Till swimming, am I, in it. Dancing. I move no bones for the binding around me has tethered me tight to what I see not Screaming my voice seeks to escape and runs through the sound tunnel searching for answers It calls out a plea, a broken cry that will reach far into the high deep calling unto Deep Is there life or One out there? At the Mountain base, Is my challenge made, As I curse and speak out, against it’s presence Dominant, formidable. It humbles my stature As the sky looms large
ceaselessly watching the goings on below silently speaking, what I cannot, hear Consciously seeing what I cannot see Patiently waiting that I may wake! I sleep soundless, dreamless, naked. Yet red does my blood flow, Till swimming, am I, in it. Dancing. I move no bones for the binding
around me has tethered me tight to what I see not Screaming my voice seeks to escape and runs through the sound tunnel searching for answers It calls out a plea, a broken cry that will reach far into the high deep calling unto Deep Is there life or One out there? At the Mountain base, Is my challenge made,
As I curse and speak out,
against it’s presence Dominant, formidable. It humbles my stature  O mighty art thou
Mountain,
Will I find refuge
in thee?
A voice rises
and bellows down
into mine
I am One,
though present in three
I send forth
a second
to be
my voiceto come down
for you
and to you as a lamb that is man that is God too A light, blazing truth and life to you if you believe and call unto Him But die will He, that you may live, suffer must He, that you may know Joy, Hang must He, that you may soar and bleed must
He, that you may be clean. For only then will you see me. Pure. In my sleep I come awake as I hear the voice speaking words! Living words that rewrite the history of my being. Turning past
into future to exist in my present In wonder do I watch binds come undone. Loosing, releasing me to stretch out rise-up and Go!  My bones dance
to a new sound
my skin is covered
my raiment is warn
words resound
and echo in my being
I journeyed back,
to make sense of time. I went through moments and passed the great divide finding the Miracle the gift that was life Hearing, I heard
what I could not hear Seeing, I saw what I could not see. My eyes were closed but my heart was open and great are the mysteries it did reveal to me I perceived not with my senses but bore witness in my spirit O great and mighty
art thou works, O Lord Your mercy aboundeth forever. The grass birthed dew in the morning buds burst open as the petals unveiled vines spread large to fill out the void mountains sprung waters, bubbling the cradle of life! Awestruck at the Mountain base my tongue knew no curse and lapped of the spring, precious words birthing song into me  I beheld my tongue
lyricize poetically. I strummed my lyre to the wisdom of the voice prophetic utterances that ran forth and came back full circle. What was and will be became one start and end I sang a new song
that I still sing today. I sing a new song that will be sung at the end. I’ll be singing at the end what I say when I began old things are passed away all things are become new. Where I was young, I found the hand of grace Where I was sleeping, I found the voice of grace Where I was broken, I found the touch of grace Where I was searching, I found the answer is grace Then, Today, and Tomorrow Then and still and always Where I find grace There is (still) more grace. Read and given to Jamie and Mimi by Caroline Gachicco Mbuthia Daystar University BIL 111 June 2005 |
