Love,
sharpened to a perfect point in Christ
forged in the fires
of almighty joys and sorrows,
is aimed at my heart
While
a single note
high and true
hangs above my head like the sun in the sky
I cannot turn away.
My mind is running
(where would I hide?)
And
I understand whatever comes
is always His best
He waits
till I am sure
till I am still
Then
pierced by truth
I sway
unable to stand
He lifts my head
all is in ruin
all is made new
He
calls me to a place
so far beyond myself
He
guides my feet along the path
He knew I would take
all along.
My life,
sharpened to a perfect point in Christ,
carves a tiny line through time
making a pattern I’ve never seen
making a pattern that’s never been
Wrestling, battling, slipping, falling,
rising, praying, watching, waiting,
hoping, dreaming, laughing, crying
longing, joyful, victorious, dying.
by Maggie Rayner
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