Sometimes sense don’t make much out of me.
Where lines get defined and order borders on perfection
Humanly speaking this is an impossibility!
We were made to be a beautiful chaos
Like the earth we live on
Fault lines meet geysers of lava
One flowing slow and steady yet Hinting at eruptive past and futures
While the other rattles and subducts
Telling story’s of a long slow haul
All are a moving concerto of motion
Often seemingly working against each other
But the timber of purpose is steady under the finger of a Mighty God
Making sense is left to Him alone
Taking notes at His direction is the only sensible thing.
Gird up Oh little thee inside of me
For His notes shall seem like random chaos at times
Much like the fault line rock and roll
A holy offensive shaking
But steady is the flow of magma underneath called peace
Promising a burst of delightful revelation – beyond anything known but it’s Maker
The living expression given as a gift called Grace – Yeshua -Jesus
The bedrock of faultless creation
Flowing in and out of the Kingdom of Heaven
Not into rock and stone but the timber of living breathing souls
The House of a Holy God incased in created chaos called flesh of His flesh
The Eternal Everlasting theme
Trustworthy no matter the confusion to your comfort-bent mind
Trading on security’s illusion
What is there to protect that His hands have not already set the final note in motion?
Holding you is His chosen work!
Though the shaking stirs within He cannot let you go!
Let Yahweh bless your soul!
Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah