a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Sorrowful Yet Rejoicing

You came and suffered
for us
like us
and yet, still more.

You were sorrowful yet rejoicing
in your Father’s will
in your purpose
to soak the ground for me.

In this world I have trouble
enemies, calamities
thorns and thistle harvests
and yet you bear much fruit.

My sin melts my marrow
causes me to build traitor’s thrones
I return to my vomit
and you return to purify me.

What is life that is not lived within you?
nothing going nowhere
sadness and slander
bury me inside you.

You are my delight
my light
my sight
and your face do I seek in this exile.

A Thousand Hollow Hills

Hallelujah No Matter What