Streets of Glory

A stony path remains.

Laden with dust and buried dreams,

Swallowed hopes and scattered expectations.

Windows magnify the dark that hovers,

Cementing chairs to their ground and people to their places.

Voices sneer and echo phantom songs.

Numbed chords drumming through hopeless hearts.

Suddenly a child emerges.

Clothed in light with eyes of golden hope

and beaming with a flame’s touch.

Eyes suddenly lift to view this curious sight,

this disruption to the darkness.

Burnt out lights strung heavy and high above the road ignite.

Magnificent lights crackle and burn,

A constantly shifting rainbow of colors, fading in and out.

Bleeding reds, emeralds, and ocean sapphires flash of hope.

Darkened eyes slowly drift to the Source of glory upon her,

Instantly fascinated, these eyes now reflect each burst one by one 

as mouths stand open in awe.

Wide-eyed and breathless,

This child dances along the road.

A carrier of the Hope to come,

A child carrying the name of King Jesus,

the only One whose name brings fire, whose name births change and life where there was once death.

Eyes gleaming and hands lifted,

The touch of His fire sets their feet into swift motion.

Stones quickly crumble,

 a golden road emerges as a swift wind carries the rubble.

Heaven’s curtains drift open over the path,

Splitting a darkened sky of faint stars.

A mere glimpse will steal the hearts of the hopeless,

Burning them with the glory and renown of the Healer.

Fires flash in hopeless eyes as the King is revealed.

Magnificent fires stream from His wings,

To permeate deep layers of darkness,

To lavish the richness of true love to hearts who have never known the goodness of the Father

Dead to hopelessness,

Hearts freely beat beneath the wings of the Almighty One.

Throwing chain after chain, 

layer after layer,

Only to reveal the gold that lies beneath.

Streets shout of life,

Pouring forth the fame of the Healer.

A people beaming the reality of Living Hope,

Constant songs burst to shake the ground

And one by one ruined hopes are lifted up from the ashes.

His breath stirs and sifts the ashes of lost dreams,

To awaken true callings and purpose.

To know Him, to glorify Him, 

To make Him known,

To be His, to delight in Him all of their days.

To live in faith and trust despite the surroundings, a challenge to be taken with abandon and diligence.

To live to see others healed and found in Him, everything we were created for.

To remain a child in wonder, the highest joy.
With eyes fixated on the face of the Redeemer
and heart set on knowing the Perfect One, not a perfect life.

To live with a heart stolen by the Love and Beautiful One, the greatest gift of grace and favor we could ever dare to receive. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkGQG3V2Ayw "Wonder" by: Bethel Live.