It is in the stillness that I see You
when the swirls of life
billow gently to the side
and You come close.
You come in close,
and from far away I can see You coming
up from the wilderness,
up to my wilderness,
to the cave where I nestle
upon the pillow,
upon the rock of You.
I have built You an altar in my heart,
You have built Yourself a temple of my body.
The two are knit and intertangled;
I cannot separate what You have put together.
The only thing You rend
You split a veil to put a bridal veil of glory o’er my face.
Oh, the closeness of You,
the reaching out and touching Your cheek,
the memorizing of Your face,
the daily watching of Your eyes.
You see me,
and I live for the moment
that I see You,
(it shimmers and)
it shivers me
from my skin
to my inner deep within.
Knit within my belly
the rooting and grounding of Your love,
the umbilical cord,
You to me,
This cord You knit
tethers me to You.
Woven by Your flesh,
(once black and blue),
and filled with all manner of richness,
this good and perfect gift,
rich red from Blood shed,
from the Father of lights, not changing like shifting shadows,
no, there is no turning in This Love.
With a mighty hand and outstretched arm
You gathered me to Yourself,
all Your compassions kindled;
Your heart turned over within itself,
and scooped me up from the fall.
Oh, Daddy, oh Papa, Your love is so full;
my soul never knew till now.