Life.

Sly and silent is the night

as shadows slink into my mind

still, You write

Your lovesong on my parched soul,

with a breeze,

a kiss

and a cry from the depths,

up from ashes-

blooming,

soon into a rhapsody of bliss,

desire breathes into dreaming

dreams and scarlet skies

where speak

the wonder of the Husband,

the Hunter and

the Man

made for, to die

and

slowly secret gold

will shine

and tell of a Love

that passed through the grave

alive.

"Jesus didn't come to make bad people good, He came to make dead people live." - Ravi Zacharias