Blinded
Sight on loan from the maker of reality and I glimpse only a fraction of the picture
The parade of time marching before me and I am subject to the constraints of the sidelines
Thirsty
Deep calls to deep, leaving me wanting more
Spirit river laps gently
Calls me in, downward to the deep well
Subaqueous beauty pouring forth from printed page
the spoken word of the infinite Godhead
I’m allowed to fall into the spring
until I become fully submerged
I am pulled under until I’m drinking the cool liquid deep
into my lungs and I drown in the glory
Under the surface of earth I find life
Streams making glad the river of God
I am undone
Fully consumed in His presence where I can rest tonight