more than You love the dawn

I see how You love the dawn to life

turn the night into day

simmering up the heat and the light

until it is brought to perfection

I see the lights of the cars

tracking their way across my field of vision

right to left on a smooth straight line

and I see how You get each human inside

out of the bed in the morning to dwell in another day

I assume each one is lonely

and it may well be true

but You also work with each heart

from the inside out

from the outside in

as much as they will let you

to simmer up the warmth and the light

until they are brought to perfection

because You love each soul

more than You love the dawn

and You got me out of bed this morning

left to right in an awkward broken line

you work with my heart

from the inside out

from the outside in

to simmer up some light and some warmth

to soften and light my darkness

gradually

until I am brought to perfection

as much that is as I will let You

which is sometimes very little

but You keep on simmering me

because You love my soul

more than You love the dawn

that I stumble out of the bed to watch.

what if i….

Hello good people!  This is my second post of the spring.  Spring came late, so are my posts, I guess.  A song I wrote a long time ago came to mind this morning, and I feel like God brought it back into my consciousness.  I see this reminder now as Jesus, my Teacher, with a twinkle in His eye, saying, 

"There's a better way… it's right there in the words of the song I gave you so many years ago…remember?  You and I have talked about this theme many times.  More to learn here, my student, my child.  Read it again."  

what if I let go my grasp

of all the things that raise me higher

what if I gave my life

as a gift

blessed and broken

for the poor of every kind

poor as I am inside

would there be less of me

would I become a nobody

or would I finally be

the best of what you had in mind

for me?

what if I crucified all my pride

and upward striving

put an end to dreams of fame

bigger things

and social climbing

made myself more teachable

reachable

invisible

would there be less of me

would I become a nobody

or would I finally be

the best of what you had in mind

for me?

one finger at a time

loosen my hold on the pride that I cling to

then walk me by the hand

lower and lower

down to the places You go

cause I need to go with You

wherever You take me to

what if I had seen the way

You endured humiliation

seen You go so deathly low

to secure my own salvation

how could I then live a lie

pretending I’m up here so high?

give me the heart to see

how You became a nobody

and showed me the way to be

the best of what You had in mind

the rest of what You had in mind

the best of what You had in mind for me

what if I

crucified

all my pride?