little girl, get up.

this world is not enough
no satisfaction here
no overwhelming love
no great and mighty fear
this is not my home
my spirit can’t breathe here

so come and satisfy again
fill my heart with your loud song
pour down on me like rain again
fill my soul with your glad song

this world is not enough
no righteousness here
no traces of justice
no mercy for the poor
this is not their home
the orphans weep here

so come and satisfy again
teach the children your loud song
pour down on them like rain again
let the widows sing your song

this world is not enough
but God is drawing near
with eyes full of mercy
and justice he’ll appear
and with him is my home
my spirit dwells here

You’ll come and satisfy again
You’ll fill this world with your loud song
You’ll pour down like rain again
You’ll fill us all with your glad song

And the people will dance
The stones will cry out
Joining us in singing
of the Lord’s renown

Holy is the Lord who comes
the God faithful and true
He satisfies his rescued ones
God, we belong to you

And you’re more than enough

if you bust me out of here
i’ll follow you anywhere
holding tight to your arm
as we traipse through this place
and get out of here
we’ll run to heaven
on dusty feet
——-
i miss you
call me anywhere
and i’ll follow
no hesitations,
no regrets,
no looking back
i will leave all this behind
gladly
for a glimpse of your face,
for our wedding day

bring me home
to the place you’ve prepared me
like the faithful husband you are
i’m longing to get away from here
to be at your side forever
sweet lover

come take my hand
and take me away
we’ll fall like lovers into each other’s eyes
and everything else will fall away
we’ll be each other’s

you gave it all
for me to be yours
so there’s this ring on my soul
promising me to you
now make it final
sweet lover
bring me to the altar
and we’ll say our wedding vows

and then we’ll be together
joy, grace, and peace

It comes down to this,
at bottom, at core,
whether right or wrong,
am i yours?
i could care less about
difference of opinion
of course, sweet God,
i delve deep into you
digging far as i can
but all i come up with
is specks of carbon
compared to the great diamond of you
i know i’m hollow, imperfect, small
i’ll always be wrong,
so it comes down to this:
am i yours?

i will doubt the whole world
but i will not doubt this,
you cannot take this from me:
i am his

No.
This is my wife, Father, there is no condemnation here; he lies about my beloved, your daughter, accusing her falsely of corruption when I have made her my pure, virgin bride. There is no flaw in her, only beauty, and your binding contract of adoption, sealed with my blood and proven by my faithfulness to this, my sweet beloved wife, your virgin daughter. I sought for her long and hard, and this deceiver intends to disrupt our marriage banquet? No, Father, I will not have it. My body has broken for her, my blood has spilled for her, and she will be with me in paradise today.

there’s more here
this strange atmosphere
of puzzles and paradoxes
a world unknown to me
but strangely like home
a heaven where instead of walking
i fall

farther down and all throughout
these many-layered sights and sounds
i sink and soar and take my tumbles
drenched in beauty all the way down
and you’re holding me all the way down

wind rushing past me
tears stream from my eyes
joy and pain
as i twist through the skies
your grace holds tight
your grace holds tight
there’s nothing to do
but give up the fight
and fall
you’re holding me all the way down
you’re holding me all the way down

all around me is blue and green
like springtime on earth
all the goodness before
perfected here now
in the yellow glory of your eyes

i want to make a masterpiece for you
praise you like the renaissance men
with paintings that fall short of your glory
each stroke inspired by your humanity
let it be, let it be

i want to write a book for you
praise you like milton and donne
with words that fall short of your story
each letter inspired by your majesty
let it be, let it be

i want to sing a song for you
praise you like wesley and watts
with notes that fall short of angelic
each melody inspired by your beauty
let it be, let it be

but i’m a cracked pot,
a vessel of clay,
no genius here
or halo
i’m not clear of sin and dross;
i’m made of earth and suburbs
clinging to comfort,
safe and sound,
how can a life like that
ever prove your renown?

but let it be, let it be
silver not yet purified but proving your fire
let it be, let it be
a cracked pot sculpted to leak your mercy
let it be, let it be
broken faith a witness to your sweet grace
let it be, let it be
my being poured out for your majesty

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