Inertia, friction, momentum, flight
Show em’ your heart
Let em’ see
What can they possibly do,
Kill the body?
They can’t touch eternity
Don’t be afraid,
But who wouldn’t be?
Of shadows in the dark mid-swing
Anxiety, fear, tears of blood
Shed at Gethsemane
A better cup HE offers
Than that which HE was Given
To suffer and die
Arise from the grave
And Gift the breath of Holy Spirit livin’
Wonderfully and fearfully created
To walk in obedience to You was Your plan
Free will to spurn Your commands
In the world to be loathed and hated
Slow of speech…but without hesitation
Beautiful tongues speaking worldly wisdoms draw the widest attention
But to the “seeing” belie spiritual procrastinations
You can’t come between us
There is no room to spare
You and your seven more
Desperate drowning rats searching for cracks under any door
Day or night
Light or dark
They that still walk in despair
Dragging precious loads behind them
Through a desert near to collapsing
“JESUS are You there?!”
Do you care?
And He is saying to us:
“I’ve taken your burdens upon my own shoulders
Many times my child.
But everytime you’ve gone and retrieved it from the wild.
Is it not plain to see, what you adore?
Yes, indeed…even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from My table and if you will trust in Me fully
You will see that My Grace is more than able.
Why then do you shun the table I’ve prepared before you
And turn back to regurgitations?”
Lord of Lords
King of Kings
Please forgive us
For we could not see these things
Yet so far beyond the reach,
Dream little aviator…dream.