"The Day Of The Lord"

Awaked into life.

The strange death of sleep fades within my mind.

All thoughts now of Thee.  I am in supplication.  I am nothing, Thou art all.  I seek not comfort in Thy presence, for I am but dust.  I am useless.  I am upon the ground.  I have become all that cannot heal.  I am tears:

THANK YOU.  THANK YOU.  Thank You for my trials and pains, my tortures and blindness.  Thank You for the persecution of hearts that do not know Thee.  Thank you for false hopes.  Thank You for all that assails me daily.  Thank You for feeling.  Thank You for all I cannot feel.  Thank You for the burden of my unknown enemy.  Thank You for the cruel whip of frozen wind upon my naked face.  Thank you for all I have lost.  Thank You for the hand that reaches to take what I foolishly believe is mine.  Thank You.  Thank You.  Thank You.

For Thou art my beam, and upon Thee I depend.  A beam of sheerest Light and Hope, within which I can dream of all that is better than me.  Thou art suffused in the purity of every mercy given by Thy gracious Will.  My Lord, Thou art all I wish to know.

In the eyes of the helpless, the hopeless, the lonely and unloved, I see Thy Way.  Happy am I to come upon Thee in the darkest of places in the earth, where dwells the frightened and the forsaken, the beaten by guilt, and the guilty.  I seek the battered child of illness, I reach for the blind eyes of hate and ignorance.  For here lives My Lord.  Within these souls lies the power to change darkness into miracles.  To love them is a miracle.  Keep me lowly.

The greatest canvas is the heart that knows Thee not, for thereupon do I see Thy most clearest reflection, a sacred portrait to come.  All the boundless nothingness that is the life without love, that is where I need to be, as the humble proof of Thy Truth. 

For need of Thee do men lose their way, warring and shedding the blood of their brother.  If Thou  doth see me amongst them, know me not, let me suffer as the beggar for one morsel of kindness.  Keep me humble.

Yet see me Lord, in the coming of Thy day, and hasten to the hearts of those I care for, who is all men, who is all life, who is all Thou allowest me to know.  Raise me not, dear Lord, above any loathsome thing, for there is the place of the greatest love in creation.  Keep me not safe, for it is but a false creature of mind, and I shall never be whole until I am once again within Thy purest beam, the protection of the One Truth, the One Mercy, the One Grace, the One Lord, my God. 

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