It’s a breath and a whisper but I hear the music in my soul, softly now it grows, shooting up from the old earth its been enslaved in for so long, surviving in the icy snows, I can hear it louder now “Its time to go…its time to let go”.
Like a wild green vine twisting its way around my heart, uprooting older, deeper plants, stubborn plants that have grown brittle in the cold, clinging to the ice they love so much, they begin to sway and crack under the weight of this new creation, groaning as the warmth of life ignites its branches.
I feel the unyielding pain of death at the hands of unyielding love; I feel the triumph of new life, rushing to the loosened earth of my soul. Breaking me is making me whole.
Its melodies are bitter sweet, a ray of sunlight, rushing forth like a chariot, in a storm of clouds and thunder, rushing forth, brilliant messengers of salvation, only to be swallowed up by the grey, leaving only the memory of the warmth and light, it is enough… it is enough.
There is a war being waged for glory, and everyone wants their share of what they don’t deserve, and they will fight to the death and further still to ensure their royal crowns of stick and mud don’t melt atop their blaspheming heads in the frightening light of true Glory.
I have heard the song; I cannot remain as I have been. Yet I cannot fight in this newly revealed nakedness of mine, if I try to fight in my own strength I will die. If I were to put on the iron shield of a king I would be crushed under the great weight of this glory that pours out of the heavens. I lift my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come... from where?
My hands shoot up from the mud, twisted broken and trembling under the weight of this struggle. A chorus is now singing the song that started as a whisper, it is lifting me up, breaking off and tearing out the remaining roots that would cling to death and tie me down. The Glory that I feared would crush me is raising me up to new life.
The melodious sound of rebirth breaks out and resonates within me, the sound of cleansing water pouring out to mark and claim this victory is devastating to the darkness, which once threatened to consume me. The darkness is dispersed, death has lost its sting, and so I sing… I sing.
I am given a robe of bright white reflecting a much deeper red, and a crown of gold and silver has been placed on my newly anointed head.
As the unfolding mystery of this abounding love is made known to me through this mercy I become staggeringly aware of the mud clinging, stone worshiper that I have been and of all that now, through grace, I have become. I fall on my face, casting my crown into the sea of glory at the awe inspiring and beautiful feet of the one who is the only source of life and light.
As my adoration blooms in the spring of this new found victory, flowering in every glorious footprint, spontaneously bursting into delicate petals of joy, unfolding at every precious word and breath that flow forth unceasingly onto my heart. Reaching out with every leaf to feel more of the light, and with every new bloom of praise from this vessel of mercy comes a sweet aroma being offered up onto the holy mountain on which the feet of Glory rest.
“I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.”
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