Descent and Ascent
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Written on November 24, 2024
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“on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross”
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In the everlasting, where silence stands still,
Bleeding its tears, reflecting on the blessings, sincere
Risking all the wistful moments,
Embraced by the grace so real,
Praising the One who came to silence…
The doubts, the dread, the despair
His heart seems more like God’s purpose
Than even the silence of a faithful wind,
More than the forest’s music,
More than the colors of the sun,
More than the sea’s sweet voice,
More than the laughter or joy,…
Praising the One who came to destroy…
Fears, tears and the many years
Before God whispered His promise,
Through it all, He’d stay – faithful and full of grace,
Always willing to bear the load, the burden
Of the souls who He saved from the horror of a grave,
The horror of a day when there’d be hell to pay.
In the everlasting, where love abides in each smile,
There is a silent thunder, one who seeks the hope,
A windless feeling, unburdened by the past,
Always knowing, forgiveness has come at last.
Through all the shadows, the struggles, the stress,
Sometimes beckoning to the soul…
There is a love that will guide us home,
A love that sings peace to the night
A melody of joy in the afterlife,
A music that seeks to silence the quiet…
In the everlasting, where He is more than just a story
Where He is God – He is joy – He is the only One
Who can save this lonely world, the only One
Who God sent down to us, with a promise…
That forever, we’d become sons and daughters of the ONE
Who silences the seas, brings grace that can free,
Reassures with gentle peace, a believing that never leaves,
A believing that saves the weak,
A believing that leads all the sheep…
A believing that sings love through me.
A believing that prepares hearts to see…
Through the darkness, into the light, so amazing,
The whole reason that my soul is ever praising!
It is a love that God is raising!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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