Strength

Your Glory Exceeds our Strength

There He lay,
Soft and still,
Soaked and scorned in the beauty of suffering

Where you are
Every weakness is broken
Every pain turns to peace

You move into our souls,
You settle in our hearts
Love is no longer a brokenness of shame

There is perfection and wonder in this love
I was buried in my bed of nails
Forcing the sharp tips into my bones

They ran deep into me
Bleeding, stabbing, tearing into me
I lived in this, unable to turn away

My fear greeted me
I stared into its face
Deception snagged me to the edge
I tumbled into its mouth

I cried like a new-born baby
But I had no mother to cradle me
My life was a dormancy 

Pale china dolls haunted me
They screamed their fakeness at me
I pretended they were alive

Draping them over my shoulder,
Watching blood drip from their perfect white flesh,
Delighting in their silent screams

Their pain was my treasure,
As I felt myself drain into the air
There is nothing to feel

I am but an unspoken word,
A breeze escaping through the air

I search for meaning beneath the dirt,
Digging into the dirtiness of life,
Desiring to touch that one speck

There has to be the one
I dreamed it to be a pure white,
So clear I could see my own reflection

But it would not be a reflection of norm;
Speckled eyes, faded with stains
Rather I would see dazzling splendor,
Mystical eyes gleaming into my soul

Thus, this reflection would become eternal in my mind,
Enlivening the depths of my identity
I find myself being led afar
Following the luminescent shape of a Spirit

There is no end
I cannot see screams in my path
There is no existence of thee

Peace walks by me
He guides my steps,
Showing me to a place of calm

I yelp at its birth
My plastic arm snaps
The china dolls lay dead

I breathe snow into the wind
My manger carries me
I am dancing gently up above

My bones have slipped away
They lay bored in the earth

Freely, I glide on the neck of a giraffe
Allowing myself to disappear into it
So white and pure
Melting under the light of your stripes.