A hidden place of muted song and raging melody,
Of solace and passion.
That same place, with You,
I find that pours and presses peace into oft unwilling mind.
But that pulls me to my feet and sweeps me in ecstatic circles.
Only You know the way.
It’s never the same path twice,
To trace my steps or share a code:
“Two steps, a prayer, a toughened knee, three songs, a verse by heart.”
So I come, as far as I can go, the threshold of Your throne room.
I can taste Your goodness
Swoon with the sweet fragrance of a thousand prayers,
Peer at Your beautiful strength,
But freeze in awe of contained majesty.
A hand pierced, extended.
Please, please take me to the secret place,
Where no one else can see my tears today.
I need the sound of Your breath,
Even in the absence of Your words.
I need the thunder of Your heart,
Even when You do not lead me forward.
Oh, that secret place.
Where tears, shy of human comment,
Flow freely from waves of pent fears and awe.