Fly me past the moon
Beyond the stars and galaxies
Is this where Your glory is hiding?
Take me to the center of the earth
I’ll turn over every rock, and as the dust settles
I hope to find You standing there.
I sing songs to and with others about You
These are good songs about what You’ve done and are continuing to do!
Sometimes, though, these songs feel like plastic flowers that I bought at Goodwill: dusty and fake.
My insides are dry and my bones cry out
It’s torturous to sing these songs when I don’t always feel this way
Though I profess love to you, my humanity begs to differ.
The problem, I have found, is me.
I know that You exist
We have met on many occasions!
In fact, we are quite close You and I
So close that I have promised to die for You
…but I’m still living.
But it isn’t the living that You have told me about.
I still go back to drink from water that doesn’t satisfy
I still return and consume the things that don’t fill.
My darkness takes me and shreds me apart
I’ve seen the light that will save me
But this loneliness feels so good sometimes!
But then when I fall, I find it harder to pick myself back up.
If I find victory, the party is just me and nobody else.
This isn’t fun.
Not that Your love needs to be fun!
By no means!
Another trap I’ve fallen into.
Bring healing to me! Bring Your love!
I need cleansing! I need to know that You are going to rescue me!
I feel Your touch. I see Your light. I am running to You.