Frustration threatens, calls to me, wants to know more than my name! It wants to call me home.
They’re all the same.
Suffering, disease, pain, fame.
Calling, calling, calling my name.
Pressure intensifies but I know you’re here… Familiar with my ways, whispering my name, yesterday, today, always the same.
I hear You. I hear You when salt water travels like a creek down the creases of my cheek, collecting, connecting like oceans in my collarbones. I hear You. I hear You.
Disease and death hovering, looming, sea green swampland devils, cooing, luring, consuming, but I hear You, I hear You. Gently, firmly, “You will not drown. Daughter, son, You will not drown” I hear You. I hear You.
Burnt orange and rust colored flames sweeping the land. Red roasting fire of perverted passion rushing gushing, stealing what’s left of innocence, ransacking the sacred and holy, raping not just the body, but the soul. But I hear You. I hear You.
Restoring God. Redeemer, Glorious Healer, Magnificent Master, Ferocious Father, Righteous King, Living Word, Great I Am, Alpha and Omega, Beginning and The End.
It is finished, You said. And I hear You. In joy and in pain, we believe You for the day when children are not soldiers, when humans are not trafficked, when cancer will not ravish bones and bodies, when loneliness is not our companion, when poverty and injustice does not reign. We hear You. We wait. We wait with joyful expectation for the day when we see You face to face, when we stand before You in love and longing finally fulfilled.
Holy, Holy, Holy are You lord god almighty! You are the one who was and is and is to come. In light of eternity, I hear You. Let the spirit and the Bride say Come.
Your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Come Lord, Come.
Written by Ashley Dodson for Treasures
www.iamatreasure.com
