Spiritual Poems:

[zaac]

Got lost in a high-rise on my maiden voyage.
Two wrongs never right the old feeling inside.
Yet still I fight the wind.
You thought I was lost ,
or maybe just misdirected;
yet still I found my way
to the head of the storm
atop the lift of billowing grace,
yes I found my way.
And beat the devil himself in beating fear
and have stood corrected.

Resurrection,
Resurrection
dying every day
and grasping new creation
A living iron will
with a heart so softly still;
to calm a shaking voice
in a calm unshaking voice.

Lead me the way
to where You called me from.
Stir sweet Spirit's echoes
to a soul enflamed in courage,
to save the day
in a thousand ways
to the children of
a thousand generations
called Blessed before the King.

Resurrection,
Resurrection
Look into these eyes
deep golden fleece in fields of grain
in which you sought for fear and anger
Instead you fell
into His arms of Love
these velvet eyes
a mystic pure and holy amber.
See Him in me
the same who seeks your heart.
What do you do
when I ask of you
Who comes to mind
each time you turn to walk away?

zaac 8.1.2011