Beautiful Resurrection

I follow intently,
asphyxiate in place of your dust,
[letting it settle like silt]
in the vacuous cavities
where I bled out the devil.
Let me breathe more like you.

Trade the lining of my eyes for your glossy retreat,
to see good in all,
to be at peace,
to shine more,
to love more,
to be encompassed with joy while blood washes our feet.
We are all just dying at the hands of men.

Conform these muscles to flow beyond where others bind them.
With your freedom, I am constantly anew.
[Constantly becoming who I have been made to be.]
Take the bewildered dishonesties that I laid back out for you.
[Fervidly seeking you.]

Exchange this reflection
in to one that emulates more of you
and less of these humanly selfish desires.
Probe within, letting nothing harden,
all for your glory.

Bring your Kingdom down;
These bright eyes set afire.

Oh Lord, bring your Kingdom on down in me.

A Stagnant Swamp

Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.
My heart is tired,
my soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
Is there a chance that my heart will also be transpired?

My heart is tired
I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
Is there a chance my heart will be also transpired?
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.

I have given everything but the lining that holds it together
and yet, nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
How I plead, release me from this binding tether.
The Devil has his ways to enthrall.

Nothing I have given weighs enough to change how gravity makes this fall.
Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough,
the Devil has his ways to enthrall.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough

Perhaps all this time you were right, love is not enough.
My soul erects itself from my body to conform, to be the reflection it should be.
He took my heart to drown me in a slough
Steadily, I rise up, but can no longer see, no hope left to believe.

Exposé

Our bodies are just dust
our hearts are but Yours


So come
Come for I call on You


What a broken place I reside in
Full of words and memories that
only time can own
...for now

For every letter protruding out is like
the breeching of my insides

You, Time, Dust
all front forth
here now
claiming what is yours

Well, what if I told you I used your breath of glory to whiten my own eyes
fore I could not see

What if I told you I used your minutes to relearn how to circulate
fore I could not breathe

What if I told you I would rather be covered in His dust then my own
fore I can not be

Would you come back now
to save a derelict soul

Take the place of time
can you take it back
And sew what’s been reaped

For following minds
I have no mystery to offer you
just this plead
bare as my heart
waiting for truth to be revealed
exposing all the layers
entrenched in the shelter of my bones
For how long must I wait?
Didn’t I hear your whispers
Didn’t I respond
Transcending fears
Embedded lies

So come
Come for I call on You
Build me anew