Everything He Is

Shamelessly stolen from one of the other campers. ;-) I do not know if he would like his name on my blog, so I shall credit this to Camoman.

 

I'll admit I was overwhelmed--

The vastness of God broke over the peak in a gentleness of power.

Incapable. I ran the word around in my mouth with a touch of fear.

Unworthy. It sliced through my mind like a double-edged sword.

Not enough.

A jar full of holes--

What can it carry?

 

Come, marvelous light,

Seep through my cracks.

 

Would that I would stutter every day,

For no eloquence is mine to bear;

Instead I birth brokenness upon brokenness.

But what was spoken in that moment of wild panic,

When my heart beat with the power of the storm?

When my mind screamed those words--

Incapable.

Unworthy.

Not enough.

 

Come, marvelous light,

Seep through my cracks.

 

The vastness of God broke over my campfire silhouette,

Holiness for my holes.

Not to heal a stuttering mouth,

But to pour glory through its cracks.

To break and to piece together into this--

Incapable.

Unworthy.

Not enough.

 

Come, marvelous light,

Seep through my cracks.

 

And the Spirit of God hovered over the expanse of every stammer.

Every frustrated tear fell like rain upon tiny green shoots.

Every moment of terrified weakness opened the door

For the fortress of God to descend.

Incapable. Resting in His capability.

Unworthy. Breathing His worthiness.

Not enough. Born up by the only Enough.

 

Come, marvelous light,

Seep through my cracks.