I’m afraid of
the Light, a penetrating laser into my life. The rooms of my heart stand trembling—shaking—bolted
doors rattling, hidden stairways faltering.
Something
knows, in the hidden place, the secret rooms of unknown space are facing,
bracing—for the gates are sure to be flung open, not able to withstand
invasion, devastation, a flood of love, a surge of life. A squall to overcome
this fleshly strife.
The cities I’ve
built within my heart, the faulty foundations, the chipping facades; the alleys
and highways on which my thoughts fly and creep, the dull rooms in which I fall
asleep.
Who I am is
hiding in these corners, finding meaning through cracks in doors. Then suddenly—
As if being
called from death, I turn and face a light and feel Your breath. You’re at my
door, Your wanting in. You wait for me; yet I know, if I open, I will explode.
My carefully
built city is beginning to falter, but still I know I am its master. My palms
are sweating, my heart beats fast. Do I run to You or hold myself back?
And then I
hear it, a mysterious sound; You are singing a song familiar and I am found
enraptured, captured; as if my very DNA is reverberating a long ago dance it
was meant to know.
I ask for
grace to respond, to open the door and let the music resound.
Come like a
flood! I surrender.
The city I
have built is falling to the floor. I’d rather gaze on the One I adore and be
melted than wander around in safe control of a house of wax.
I hear You
knock again and now I respond. Lord come, I want to hear Your song. I want to
see Your eyes. I want to be acquainted with Your smile. Come love me. Come devastate
me.
Your flood
will destroy my town of wax and in the rubble something precious will be found:
the seed of me, my true identity. You’ll breathe Your breath and life will be
born in me.
On Your rock,
my only solid, I’ll grow and blossom as You sing over me. You’ll wash away all
the debris and pick me up and dance with me.
And I’ll know
Your truth and the promise that You’ll never leave. You’ll never forget or
count me a bother. You’ll proudly bring me to Your Father.
You’ll
introduce me to Your Spirit. You’ll be gentle and firm in Your steadfast love
and you’ll never be fooled if I attempt a façade.
I’ll be a
precious stone and a seal on Your arm, and as You become my master, I’ll find
true freedom as I’m carried in Your Love.
