Song For the Seas
If I am broken,
hold me in my skin.
Take my sin and
send it through the endless.
When
will I be born again?
If we are kin
and You are King,
I am a prince.
Hold me, broken;
make me again.
For I was born undone
from a womb of wending tides
into the wiles of a fiery world.
The womb and the world
were vile, wild, and cruel
as crimes against a Child.
Then I was enfolded
in weeds of flame and plague;
my flesh became a feast for death.
I was a man unmoored,
an unmourned corpse,
a rag torn from a lifeless form.
Gray - to gold - to red - to black
dust to dust - no heart, a stone -
no sun, no land, no love, no sight.
Until.
A glory arose from above - within - below -
I know not whence - or all, at once!
A Voice breathed thunder into a single resounding word!
Like a wind leading fire through a field, and
a warm wind across the faces of a flower,
You swirled and slew and left the soil true!
And I knew my first - my very first! - morning of joy.
You came, the Seed and the Sower, the Lover of the Land,
with a Kingdom in Your Hand:
I was born - again!
Now You teach what I never knew:
these seas
were made to obey You.
So cry, winds, and clothe me
in a fiery cloak of refining trials.
If you lead into the Arms of the One Who Saves,
I will thank you, bless you, and hold you dear.
If the waters span beyond
the reach of my eyes or mind,
if they stretch until
I cannot see myself, then
I will call again. I will seek shade
in the One I cannot see.
He moves all that moves.
He makes the day, the new day, every day.
His mercy is great, and has always been great!
His wrath that sweeps the stars arrayed
and wipes them all away,
His wrath that erases all from the face
of the firmament, His perfect unyielding wrath without
relent has turned from me and
melted like a grain of ash
in a sea of grace.
Joy!
I will wait for You, my King.
I will trust to always hear Your call.
I will cry from above and below, from where I am,
I will cry: I have no God but You.