Poem – My body. Rest in hope

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 I don’t know why exactly I’m sharing this with you. It feels vulnerable to share this random poem I wrote and video I made the other day. But I feel led to. 

If anything I hope it gives restful assurance, conviction, inspiration. I know I need that right now heading into this next season, but trying to be present in the current one. All these words are inspired by Scripture, conversations, revelations over the years, doubt, experiences, and right before writing it I read Kenz’ blog and watched my friend Hannah’s spoken poetry. 

Hope you find true rest and joy this season. I’m still in need of financial and prayerful support for squad leading for 6 months! You can click that orange donate button by my fundraising bar if you feel led<3

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I sit on a mountain rock overlook

My body, present 

My body in the Spirit 

Pure, whole by His Grace

Preserved for this

It’s enough to be alone.

Alone with Him.

For where confidence is found 

Is where He is found at home in me

Never this confident, not yesterday, not the years before

And I only have Him to thank 

Where would I be without 

All that matters is this moment 

For He is beside me

Peace, still, assurance, beauty by detail

No man can recognize it, make it 

Like He can

For I am forgetful of it all

Forget it all

But Him

Where He is, there I shall be

Where I am, there He resides

Time passes slowly

It continues, it persists

Will I? With it

For no one knows but the Father

And His Son whispers to the deep

The Spirit to me

Forfeit it all

For Him, for this

For this He will come again. Righteous, Holy, without blemish

Tomorrow has no pardon 

Rejoice in the Man who made the Way

The Only Way

Jesus only satisfies

For all my days, even when I feel far away

Like roaring waters He rushes in 

Never forsaking, always chasing 

After you, and after me

I need Him.

Whisper into the dark that you do too

Don’t forget you do too, you do too

Yesterday, today, and forever 

He reigns in the heart of you believer 

Believer, hope in all things

Believer, can you hear me? Do you hear me?

It’s not His fault 

For the mystery of the Gospel is Christ crucified

The mystery – can you embrace it? Or will you try to name it

For Love required that you believe 

Greater love has no man, than to lay his life down

He did that

For you, and for me

Pump, pump, pump

The blood rushes back into our veins through His

His body jerking, suffering, reviving, reliving, bursting into color. Explosive in all its majesty

Too vibrant, radiant, bright to even look at 

Face to face

You will be

Yes, you! He’s calling you!

The tomb did not open for another reason but

The tomb had you in mind. When Perfection came out in all His Glory, every single one of us was proved wrong 

Not to condemn, though we are worthy of it

But to Save, Heal, Restore

My body won’t forget it

Rest in Hope my soul – body, mind, spirit, the Holy temple, River of life running through

All of me extended as an arm and a palm reaching out to His Glory. 

Majesty in your heart believer

Don’t forget

My body. My spirit. My soul. My heart. All of me. Rest in Hope.