The Echo

I could not hear God

because I was full of it

and an echo is blunted

by a crowded room

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Time and trials

stripped me bare

There was nothing left -- ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

allowing for this

empty vessel

to live for an echo

The echo

The echo of the song

my soul was made to sing

that I may hear Him

and learn Him by heart

Tired of striving

I ransacked my heart

I raided it like a tomb

I expelled every earthly

thing from its throne

and welcomed

the Great Composer

knocking at my

dead-bolted doors

His hand open beneath

my fist that grasped my

understanding

my feelings

my will

As I played Truth like war

through a cacophony

of clashing notes ⠀⠀⠀⠀

He came and I bowed

and he folded me

with my mess

into the fold of his cloak

and ricocheted his healing

melody around the hidden

corners of my heart

with the tenderness of a

mother over a sick child

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A poured out vessel⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

allowed for His echo

to play my life

in the dead-raising

symphony masterpiece

that lead me home ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed" 2 Cor 4:7-9

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"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me." Rev. 3:20

"Turn at my rebuke; Surely I will pour out my spirit on you; I will make my words known to you." Prov. 1:23