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.
