Musings on the Albatross, Whose Wings Bring us Home for the Summer

Near the cross I keep me
Always to hold in mind
The brittle sticks that held a Saviour
Dangling in the great divide
Near the cross I wait in silence
On blood anointed feet
Knowing that his condemnation
Fell for me

Near the cross a throne lies empty
A king disowned himself
Today, I find in me redemption
A vein of gold in miry clay.

Repentance
Isn't feeling bad about who you are
It's changing the bad about who you are

Will you listen to the blood in this water?

Deep and wet and thick with all the pain

That you HAD to carry to the shore

Will you hear the subtle calling?

Rippling out like a splash of the invisible

Asking you to find your knees

And lose your mortal arms

Will you follow where the water flows

In droplets heavier than your empty shoulders

To a river of  footsteps up the shore

Of final, desperate, change.

Ain't gonna drop the ball
Ain't gonna miss the call
Ain't gonna take the fall
And refuse to get on my knees

If you want your chains broken
You need to lift your manacles high
If you hold them tight to heart
You'll never stretch your wings
And fly.

Breaking an addiction
Is breaking a bone all over again
So it sets straight this time.

When I awoke
And the dream was still real
The shadows around me
Had hearts that could feel
And I could not

This water
Wetter than most
Gets into every pore
Like damp sunshine
I changed my name
Before I dried.