Be Ye Glad
The presence of the Lord is good.
The presence of the Lord is sweet.
Fragrance of myrrh, yet
Soft as fur, definitive as rock,
more useful than wood, yet utterly
above all, all these descended from Him,
from His sacred word.
That word continues, goes on and on,
the universe expands, galaxies appear,
He is still speaking.
Light so resplendent, we must always
blink to behold, at least in this
Tenderness almost beyond recognition,
unless you know Him well.
Songs that surge the heart.
The presence of the Lord is vast,
rich, deeper than deep, all-encompassing,
overwhelming, the truest truth.
Its weight is like 10,000 shekels of gold, shimmering,
but the burden is light.
He leads us into all-knowing,
into love beyond measure, clothing us
in His righteousness, bringing on tears
that yearn to cleanse a thousand heartaches
which are truly cleansed only
in His blood.
Wait on Him, there is nothing
more worth waiting for.
Listen to Him, there is no wiser
voice to follow.
Lean on Him, He longs
to pervade you with peace.
Receive Him, the Ancient of Days,
and be ye glad.
21 March 2014