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| painting by Clare Elsaesser |
You have my attention, I see love on the throne. Give you my affection, no it's not my own.
Unspoken words entangled with songs in the night - like the books without pages our hearts can read.
You have my devotion. Give you all oh my King, I lay down my emotions... undone, unseen.
In that secret place, His secret place, as pure as it can be. . . I've tasted, the sweetest melodies brought to life by His breath. I've seen, a glimpse of His all-consuming radiance in every tear shed.
Yes you are... found in my weakness. Your strength, it carries me.
Only in His secret place, the throne room of grace - white flags at His feet, as pure as it can be. . . with a distinct fragrance of praise tied to every melody.
Now and forever, in this place I'll be...
If every star was to be a whispered prayer to find the river's end, I would have been lost in despair had I not believed I would see His goodness in a land of tireless and timeless rejoicing -
Erasing the distance, My Savior's face I see. Oh it reminds me, you gave it all.
And so I gave it all in every turn, until it wrapped me like a whirlwind at the sound of the last note, and the first drop of rain. What else would I give to my Lord, my All in All?
you gave it all. . .
Hold things loosely, a wise woman once said. And so the precious ones we long to hold, we hold tenderly as we number our days, until it becomes the very altar offering consumed as a sacrifice of thanksgiving.
So I'm letting go... the weights that I've held so long. I'm casting my cares, My hands in the air.
Nothing matters more than having a white flag raised, as pure as it can be... Unblemished, unstained, undefiled - that You may be pleased. O, Lord You know. You know.... why -
I'm waving my flag, I surrender. Give You ALL, no pretender. 'Cause You're my victory.
I'm taking one more spin, to unwrap myself from this white flag that clothed me in Your secret place. I'm holding it one more time, until the last beat of this dance brings me at Your feet... that I may unfurl my fingers once more, still more so I can pour the last oil from the olive press - until Your consuming fire only warms the very hands you held to pray.
I'm taking my stand, I remember. Heed Your call, my Defender. 'Cause You're my victory.
Here I am, at the end of the river - all too quickly. Drenched in your mercy and abounding love. With hands forever marked by an offering that belongs to You. A thousand others could have had it, but You chose me. a woman of unclean lips you called and chose to make clean, with guilt atoned for.
What (then) can I say? What (else) can I do? But offer this heart, O God? Completely...wholly...undividedly... to You.
always.
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Quoted lyrics in orange is from the song White Flag by Fearless BND. Listen to it here . Everything else is from my pen & paper.
