Call Me Up
Sitting at your feet in dingy
robes
Faded, ripped and torn from life
and sin
Without the river, without love
or hope
Will it ever flow in me again?
Pressure on my shoulders- bow my
head
Shame dripping from my bared
dirty mind
What will You say? My heart full
of dread.
To kick me as a dog would be as
kind.
I wait, and wait for you to
speechify
I wait for judgment, hopelessness
I feel.
I sense your eyes upon me up so
high
So lift my head in silence as I
kneel.
But you aren’t angry as I had
supposed
Your eyes are kind, shining with
your tears.
A wave of subtle hope and sweet repose
And rivers break down walls
composed of fears.
Joyous love, I see forgiveness
gleam
From your white and shining holy
being.
And from your face a blazing
glory beam
I can not stand; your face I am
seeing.
Now you take my hand- with your
hands of steel.
Your strength flows into me with
every touch.
You break the barriers and every
wound you heal,
You transform me, how could it be
you love so much?