January 13, 2009

  • mary at the feet of christ

    Emotional Electricity

     

    Standing in the ash furnace

    I convulse, shake, and wail.

    Digging in my soot, my body, it fails.

    A sinner, I realize, birthed in this state.

    I call out to you God—to release this weight.

    Wheezing and coughing, I know frailty deep down.

    I can only be cleansed by the gold in your crown.

    Your majesty is what makes me a gem.

    Bright light is exchanged for one dirty and dim.

    Why am I favored? Why seen as a star?

    For I am a broken, crushed potted jar!

    You see the cracks. The pieces compressed.

    Yet, you, my Lord, hold me and call me blessed.

    Forgiveness—you’re blood purchased this.

    You cloth me in clean garments and my forehead kiss.

    I am marked by majesty. You lift me from my feet.

    Emotional electricity—when our eyes meet.

    White robe, I will never again soil with sin.

    I do not want to hurt you or make you weep within.

    Righteous, I sing. Make me clean in heart.

    May promises in red be spoken as I part!

    Crimson life pumping in throughout my hollow veins,

    Self-control is mine—my passion to maintain.  

    Wrap me in clouds. I soar to new mountains.

    Water splashes up against me. I am surrounded by fountains.

    You are the spring of life. I cry and am softly touched.

    I will never release my grasp. On you my hands are clutched.

     

    Kimberly Willingham