Silent

Silent

I find myself in this state:

my soul is silent

a hunger for things I cannot abate

O, I know well whom I must seek

but I go along with a mute heart

deflecting the welling desire to speak

with melodies that never fill

with images and colors whose pleasures thrill

then quickly fade…

My soul begins to suffocate

drowning in the mire of sin

with more temptation; it seems O, so great

that I cannot withstand
Gasp... gasp... grasp!

I finally grasp

a little string of hope,

something of substance, something real

it allows my soul to make a muffled squeal,

a supplication, a plea

rising to the surface of this cruel and darkened sea

I emerge

clenching that rope, that firm chain

with all my might, I hold on.

I see no water, no sky,

no land that’s dry

but I see one thing and one thing only

majestic, enrapturing, and holy

It is God pouring forth in light

in the form of man, the Son of Man, Jesus

Humble as a lamb to shed blood,

yet blameless, resurrecting in might;

He is the lion, the Almighty King!

my soul exults and to Him I sing:

O, who am I that I should say 'I'

For You alone, for You have shown

The glory from on high

And through You alone before the throne

my soul is revived...

I lost myself in this state
for Christ is ruling
His glory: matchless,
His grace: O, so great