one thing

in all of life

there is but one thing,

to seek after

the burning heart of the

father almighty

to bow before his throne

and send forth the

fragrance of worship

to sit with eyes wide open

and gaze upon the

beauty of the lord.

in all of life

there is but one thing,

to arise to the beckoning

of the bridegroom

and partner with love

to dwell in the house

of the gracious redeemer

singing songs of intimacy

to wait and take heart

for the one who

leads beside quiet waters.

in all of life

there is but one thing,

to restfully lie

in the safety

of his dwelling place

to be protected by

the shelter of his tabernacle

and rest my head

upon his breast

to be transformed

by the fiery kiln

of radiant intercession.

in all of life

there is but one thing,

to look to him

with cheeks that are

void of shame

to run towards the

irresistible grace

of the one who

bides me to come

to delight

sitting in his shade

and eat the fruits

of his goodness.

in all of life

there is but one thing,

to position myself

in a posture of humility

and fill my lamp

with oil

to wash the feet

of the one

whose sandals i am

not worthy to touch

to be baptized

by the sweetness

of him

who was, and is, and is to come.