Lord, there is so much to say.
I open my mouth and find your praise in it.
My life is your boast.
May those who are cast off
Take comfort and consolation
When the rumor of God grows great among us.
There is no count of the needs I brought him,
Questions I cried out and answers
That blushed over me
Like a soft dawn in the high sky,
So that I hardly noticed the change
Until, suddenly, the birds
Were singing again.
I did not know light could ring,
Nor faith stretch true as a plucked string,
Nor fold and dive like a tucked wing.
He shone. The sun rose. Lord knows
My fears fled. Shame slipped
From my grip. Hope shined
Bright as brass and silver fast.
The Lord himself walked all my edges,
And nothing could hold him back.
Oh, taste him, test him—
See that he is good.
He is a shelter, a home, a hallow.
He is the feast the hungry lack,
The wine that draws them back.
If you want life and you love your days,
Come take his goodness with two hands.
Lord, you hear every slapdash, slipshod,
Half-hearted, broken prayer the righteous raise.
But those who want to bend your way awry
And devour your people like bread,
Find you flint faced and stone still.
He draws nearer to the brokenhearted than they know.
He frees those who have been crushed,
Bruised, careworn, and snuffed out.
Those who make the Lord
Their hope find him in lockstep
When they wend their way
Through their afflictions.
But the wicked find the deaths
They feared all their roiling days
In wait for them, hungry as ever.
God shelters all who come to him
As their last, lost, happy home.
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