Peace (Spoken Word)

[Spoken Word]
You, Lord, are my channel of comfort
In boiling darkness
In frozen rain
When I am wired, rattled, pressured
Empty and too tense to find my way
Squeezed in on both sides
Ripped at the seams
Your hands, unafraid
Reach down into the sludge of my humanity and I am made new
The promise of Your presence peals from heaven
You are there
Infinitely aware
When it's 3am, eyelids heavy
Dreading the dawn
Held perfect in Your arms
You are here
Infinitely aware
Exposing to expel the the deception
Bought lies, missteps and missed opportunities
That were really Your grace keeping me covered
I was safe
With me, in and through the everyday
In the cool of morning
Late at night
Confused and crouched under the covers
Your steadfast love hovers over
Indeed You have called my essence fourth
Complacency no more
And as You pour out Your fragrant oil
I offer my filthy rags of righteousness
Placing them on the floor before You, I am renewed
So I conclude this must be Truth
Manifested
I am rested in Your grip
Forsaking the cup of my agenda
For when I drink from it my feet always slip
Daily I run to Thee
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I leap
But daily I breathe
Exhaling the debris
Finally a desperation that goes beyond mere meditation on what I should say or do, no
This desperation lingers in the air we breathe
This desperation cannot be packaged or nicely wrapped to fit inside your pockets, no
This desperation reaches the One whose thoughts are not our thoughts
And whose ways are not our ways
See I sought the Lord, and He answered me
My tears, He counts every one of them
When I drip down to nothing, You make something
Saying over and over again
"I am with you and all around you
I always behold you face to face
Not one of your thoughts escapes My notice
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray and cry aloud
And you shall hear My voice"