would come down to stream color across our blinded vision,
that You would burn the bleakest of skies with glorious, permanent splendor,
that You would send a heartbeat into the lifeless,
that You would breathe the life of Your Son into those who gasp for oxygen,
that You would bring enlightenment to numbed minds,
that You would send the blood of Your Son to course through these veins,
that You would hand us Your heart of purity in exchange for our nothing.
Centuries led to the rugged cross,
the promise of salvation and glory for the whole world.
He cries out,"It is finished." And so it was.
A perfect life laid down in the dust for the dead, the undeserving to breathe.
A pure heart surrendered to the perfect will of the Father who knew the power of the cross,
the only way.
Door slam open at the Resurrection,
shaking the grip of darkness for eternity,
a permanent invitation.
The powers of hell could not prevail.
Constrained by the grip of love, these glorious gates now swing.
A realization of incomparable wonder;
the highest treasure to come and invade the darkest of hearts.
The finished cross, the confession of awakening.
Glories and riches pour out on the humbled upon their knees.
Hands unclench as Freedom overtakes a soul,
wells of living water gush forth to reveal the resources and power of the King,
awakening an unknown desire.
Tears stream over unimaginable grace,
the freest gift so easily received into the gates of a heart wide open.
Tears stream over the veil laying across the nations,
muffling the songs of heaven pouring forth,
constraining eyes to the rough pavement.
Tears stream over the depths of darkness a soul can rise from but also choose to remain in.
Tears stream for the screeching darkness,
the shadows of enticement
that lie beneath the obvious,
that mask themselves in complacency.
Tears of soaring gratitude for the beautiful Truth who forever stands to point to a new way, the only way, the inexpressible Living Hope.
A glance at the barrenness and it is clear.
Savior, take the ashes from this life.
This life belong wholly unto You.
A voice rises to the King of glory as others join,
a song of desperation and worshipful truth
as the gates swing.
The lights explode, pouring forth to fill a darkened space.
Angels' wings fling gold upon the thick tar upon the earth, the hearts, the eyes of those who stumble.
Melting away, the truth of new creation emerges as hearts sing to their Maker.
Golden air shifts in spheres around Your throne, Holy One.
The reign of the King presses darkness into the depths.
Amidst the heavens You dwell on high over kingdoms,
both over nations of glory and those of despair.
Upon each child a crown is placed ever so gently,
undeserved yet freely given is this grace.
The King's crown charges life,
streams healing,
awakens the rawest mercy and most astounding of love stories.
He whispers, He speaks, He shouts of the cross,
The only way.
Oh that our eyes would turn upon Your face,
Your glorious gaze would be enough to press our hearts and desires into all that You are.
King of Wonders,
that You would come.
A Divine mystery of life-changing proportions,
an incomparable gift.
Shift the nations from evil, knock down the proud, find the lost, fill the barren souls, and remind us who we are--that we exist to proclaim the reign of the King of Wonders.
Yours we are,
and of Your wondrous love do we sing.