The moment of wonder- when earth stood still and heaven became real, for the first time in forever.
And walking with God in the cool of the day was no longer words on a page- it was life.
Deep called to deep and made the ocean look shallow- a puddle of water after the storm.
Time's tables turned backwards and less looked like more.
Death became birth, killing became healing, demolition became building and numbness became feeling.
Weeping turned to laughter, sorrow to dancing- nothing was wrong.
Then with no warning it seemed like he'd left,
My lungs were left void of breath and the moment of wonder turned to obscurity- I must have been unworthy.
So I searched the whole earth to find heaven again,
During my journey I lost heaven within.
I looked at others and saw dead, pale corpses, stagnant and utterly worthless.
Comparison became judgement (that subtle snare of pride).
Rationale was reality, logic replaced love and fatih faded to only a fleeting fantasy- out of reach.
And here you have a hopeless scene.
The moment of wonder will wander away if you choose to wander when you're supposed to wait.
Go back to the place where it seemed like he'd left- and when you get there, rest.
He'll return with great glory, a blessed reunion,
The wonder of heaven restored within Jesus' communion.
And walking with God in the cool of the day was no longer words on a page- it was life.
Deep called to deep and made the ocean look shallow- a puddle of water after the storm.
Time's tables turned backwards and less looked like more.
Death became birth, killing became healing, demolition became building and numbness became feeling.
Weeping turned to laughter, sorrow to dancing- nothing was wrong.
Then with no warning it seemed like he'd left,
My lungs were left void of breath and the moment of wonder turned to obscurity- I must have been unworthy.
So I searched the whole earth to find heaven again,
During my journey I lost heaven within.
I looked at others and saw dead, pale corpses, stagnant and utterly worthless.
Comparison became judgement (that subtle snare of pride).
Rationale was reality, logic replaced love and fatih faded to only a fleeting fantasy- out of reach.
And here you have a hopeless scene.
The moment of wonder will wander away if you choose to wander when you're supposed to wait.
Go back to the place where it seemed like he'd left- and when you get there, rest.
He'll return with great glory, a blessed reunion,
The wonder of heaven restored within Jesus' communion.
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