exhale

She looked placid as a lullaby, but
underneath those waves her
knees scrape the ocean's floor

Plunge my spirit into the depths
that I may awaken clean
Beauty from the deeps, my
soul was steeped with
Your breath, hovering
above the waves, rippling

Where the bandages fell
my scars were gleaming

hands

I saw you sleeping
by the old oak tree
whose persimmon leaves sifted
gently through the breeze
And I watched you
grow
blossom radiant hues
and when the darkness fell
your colors glowed
You were a nebula
dancing in the dark, deep blues
Gentle bud, I watched you
unfold
But my eyes grew wings
and my heart a thorn
Still I loved you, I
could have sworn
but my fingertips dug deep
and I painted purple and
blood on you
and in my blindness
I watched your wounds flow

Oh Father, how could I
never have known?
Rage is blindness and
I had plucked mine own eyes
until you healed them in grace
Touch too my hands; align them
fingertips to Yours
destruction is the devil's work and
my hands an open book
for You to write Your story or
for him to tear and pull

When Father lifted
my eyes to see
words were not the
only casualty
My thoughts grew arms,
gnarled fingers reaching
and around her face they grew
mangled, screeching
Dark blues painted on
fragile eyelids
my hatred grew claws and
cut deeply

Father, raise me up and
Straighten out my spine


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Hallelujah breaks my heart

They say you only hurt the
ones you really love, then
I am guilty and condemned.
The words I've hurled, the
thoughts unsaid;
my heart was an ocean and in
its depths you I drowned.
And what hurts most is
sitting next to you with
your blood on my hands.
And you are innocent,
unaware that my fingers have
put a dagger in your back.
I know there are things we
say we'll never do, but
I think of Peter's tears and
I cry too


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selah II

They stripped the mountains of glory and
the waves fell crashing
But I am holding onto the
hand of He who is eternal
and while the wind thrashed furiously
He was with me all along

selah

What heights of love,
what depths of grace,
the beauty of Your mercy
carved into this place
Paint Your light upon my face

sight

Awake with eyes closed
I cannot sleep; there is silence muffled in
my soul
There is light breaking through
resplendent, floating
descending.
My eyes caught the corner of
your robe
and from the moment I grasped it
I was whole
You were shattered
I was cleansed
and I am glued back together by
the pieces of You
I see your hands and
I am pure.