(I believe the phrase
“Light so bright that it’s dark”
is an idea from St. John of the Cross.
We must have faith that all will be well.)
Don’t know why I continue existing –
So much is so incomprehensible.
Can’t seem to see my purpose –
Nothing I see ever sensible.
Perhaps I’ll only learn
My reason for being on earth
If I should enter heaven –
Then light will shine on my birth.
My childhood seems so alien —
Can’t really believe that was me.
Why was I born in that time, that place?
Where was the shining sunbeam?
Why have I floundered through densest fog?
Why merely muddled along?
Why did I amble so aimlessly?
That solitary sojourn so long?
So much is so incomprehensible —
No clarity of sight.
God wants me to trust Him –
Through light so bright that it’s dark.
God in a body –
How can it be?
The Star-Shaper, Light-Maker
Dwelling with me?
How can the Great One
As infant come down?
How was Man’s Molder
In poverty found?
What kind of love
Does startle, astound?
My soul He has found.
Glimpses of your glory,
Shadows of your grace.
When I hear the story –
How You saved the human race.
Just around the corner,
A ray of light does shine.
Can’t seem to wholly grasp it –
Just like a butterfly.
Out of my eye’s corner,
Just around the bend,
A blinding light is shining;
I cannot comprehend.
THAT FEARFUL THING
That fearful thing did quiet lurk.
It disappeared into the dirt.
I dreaded to that thing go near;
With apprehension I did fear.
I set a trap to catch that thing.
I’d catch it good, with trap to sting.
I knew it must a monster be.
I knew it lurked to get at me.
What wonder did my eyes behold —
‘Twas not a rat, but lizard bold.
It looked benign, it stared at me.
It did not jump — sat quietly.
And now I’ve given the thing a name.
My fear misplaced — it’s not to blame.
IN DARK SHADOWS
In dark shadows live our fears;
In half-seen pictures, fear comes near.
In hidden places lurk our doubts;
In darkest alleys, doubt comes out.
Our thoughts get twisted, tied in knots —
Contorted, garbled — truth it’s not.
Imagination — it runs wild.
We’re fearful like a little child.
Until the light of love turns on,
Until God’s truth shines like the sun.
Until we give Him all our fears —
And then He calms and dries our tears.
I’m dancin’ again!
Through the pain,
And through the tears,
I’m dancin’ again.
Because the dead are raised to life,
And peace will come through fearful strife,
Because the wrong will come to right —
I’m dancin’ again.
Because my heart,
Though so confused,
Is slowly, gently being infused
With grace, and truth, and light.
Because the pain is for my good,
Because He’s always understood,
Because with God I really could —
Learn to dance again.
Because the cross will cure my sin,
Because He’ll bring me peace within,
The peace that silences the din —
I’ll dance again!
What is the beauty in a flower?
What draws me to its fragrant bliss?
All I can think, and only this —
It praises Father every hour.
Why do the mountains call to me?
Why so majestic, bold, and grand?
They often tell me of His plan,
His might and power, His purpose grand.
Why does the ocean call to me?
Why crashing waves do beckon still?
Only because my Savior’s voice
Is hidden in their mighty power.
Why do I till and dig the earth?
Now planting seeds that will give birth?
Because the seed that once seemed dead
Will bring new life upon the earth.
Now every day He speaks to me
In seed and flower, in meadows bright.
Though blind and deaf I tend to be
His light and love will make me right.
The wound of sin
Until God’s light
Can make it right.
Why try to hide
The pain inside?
The healing comes
When brought to light.
Shattered by silence,
No words to express,
Mumbling and muted —
No words will caress.
No great approval,
No smiles of delight,
No healing laughter,
Or love at first sight.
Frozen in fear,
And buckets of tears.
Come out of the darkness,
Come into the light,
So wounds be acknowledged
And wrong be made right.
Light in the darkness,
Peace in the storm;
In wretched stable
Our Savior was born.
Forgiveness for sinners,
Hope for the lost;
Hatred now broken —
At unmeasured cost.
Love brought to sinners,
The ugly made whole;
To broken and battered
He shows heaven’s door.
Friend to unlovely,
Lost and forlorn —
Caught in sin’s prison,
The fetters are torn.
Come, all you people
Sing now His praise.
The One who will save us
Is Jesus by name.
I’m waiting for that day
When He returns
In bright and shining glory.
I’ve got to tell the story
How He loved me all the time,
But I — confused in mind.
He always walked beside me,
Tried every way to guide me,
But there was no way I would see.
Couldn’t seem to grasp His story
My ears were stopped, and surely
My eyes were blinded too.
I walked in deepest darkness
Lived life in blackest starkness
My heart was frozen.
Now He leads me through the night
I look to Him for light
Like a little child.