Unblessed and unloved child of Man,
What is the purpose of your life?
Diseased and broken, you are shunned by many.
Can one afford to take notice of you without profiting from you?
Can one give to you without expecting a reward in Heaven or on this earth?
Can one give to you without feeling good about oneself?
This world is stunned by the brilliance of Man’s creations,
Precious things consume its attention.
How then can it acknowledge you?
How then can it know that in your ugliness lies divine beauty?
For in your sorry face lie the lineaments of God,
And in your destitute heart glows the Spirit of the Most High.
Precious things consume the attention of the world.
How then can it acknowledge the humble truth that you represent?
-Samuel Godfrey George
Thursday 19 June 2008
Wednesday 18 June 2008
Lord, It Is Time To Speak To You
Lord, it is time to speak to you,
It is time to enter into a never-ending conversation with you.
May my speech be silent, may it be simple,
May I pour out my soul, may I not hide the smallest truth.
Let me turn away from all that distracts,
May I not be overwhelmed by the smile, or destroyed by the sneer.
Let all the voices drown; let all the cares be cast away.
May I be lost with you, may I be eternally lost with you.
Lord, I have tasted sweetness, and endured bitterness.
I have glutted on the forbidden fruit in full view of your searching eyes.
I have journeyed into darkness, and returned utterly destroyed.
I have desecrated the temple, and disfigured the one that lives within.
I return to you damaged, knowing that you will undo the damage.
Take hold of me, and be the Father that you are.
I have transgressed enough; now slap me back to my senses.
But no matter what you do, hold me; never let me go.
Speak to me Lord, may my foolish mouth shut up to hear your Truth.
It is your Voice that I long to hear; it is your smile that I desire to see.
It is your censure that will drive me back to my senses.
So rebuke me and strike me with your iron rod,
And then wrap me up in your loving embrace.
Return me to my infancy; return me to my innocence.
May the dreadful past be blotted out, may only the blessed present remain.
May I live the rest of my days in your everlasting embrace,
Speaking to you, and hearing you speak to me.
May our union be never again disturbed; may our love never end.
-Samuel Godfrey George
It is time to enter into a never-ending conversation with you.
May my speech be silent, may it be simple,
May I pour out my soul, may I not hide the smallest truth.
Let me turn away from all that distracts,
May I not be overwhelmed by the smile, or destroyed by the sneer.
Let all the voices drown; let all the cares be cast away.
May I be lost with you, may I be eternally lost with you.
Lord, I have tasted sweetness, and endured bitterness.
I have glutted on the forbidden fruit in full view of your searching eyes.
I have journeyed into darkness, and returned utterly destroyed.
I have desecrated the temple, and disfigured the one that lives within.
I return to you damaged, knowing that you will undo the damage.
Take hold of me, and be the Father that you are.
I have transgressed enough; now slap me back to my senses.
But no matter what you do, hold me; never let me go.
Speak to me Lord, may my foolish mouth shut up to hear your Truth.
It is your Voice that I long to hear; it is your smile that I desire to see.
It is your censure that will drive me back to my senses.
So rebuke me and strike me with your iron rod,
And then wrap me up in your loving embrace.
Return me to my infancy; return me to my innocence.
May the dreadful past be blotted out, may only the blessed present remain.
May I live the rest of my days in your everlasting embrace,
Speaking to you, and hearing you speak to me.
May our union be never again disturbed; may our love never end.
-Samuel Godfrey George
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