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The following is a poem written by a Brother in Christ shortly after his conversion in 1993.

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This beautiful poem elicits powerful and passionate imagery as it pours out thanks to Christ for salvation. As it does so, it paints a picture of many of our pasts, and - thanks be to God - many of our presents and futures.

May it be a blessing unto you as it was unto us......

There is no tangible measurement of You.
There is no height, or width, or depth, or breadth to You.
Your love is Spirit, and it just is.
It permeates my life, and it runs throughout my very fiber.
You, and Your love for me,
are the cornerstone and the essence of my being.

I learned to be loving by watching You.
I’d never known what it meant to adore someone.
to coddle them, to build them up,
to be able to enter into the hall of their soul and abide there
in honor and respect and peace.
You taught me that.

For I was clumsy and unskilled with my heart.
It seemed that I’d just never learned how.
A world of good intention, and yet a world of need did lie within me.

But I did not possess

a single tool did with which to hew love out of the marble of my frightened past

no language with which to fearlessly translate my skitterish heart

no rickety ladder to climb and peer hopefully over the wall of my tentative peace

no tiny stain pillow upon which to gingerly present my broken spirit to Yours.

Somehow, with Your patience, and forgiveness, and ceaseless love
I have learned that
my chisel
and my dialect
and my ladder
and my pillow

all of them

rest in Your Son and Your Holy Spirit.

And as You untied the ribboned bow from my love
You did the funniest thing.
You handed it back to me, and pressed it into my bosom.

Some of us came with silken-winged love.....such beautiful wings,
but not able to support the wind.
But now, we never forget the feel of the weave on the hem of Your garment.

Some of us came with a romantic vision,
of tropical solitude lit by singular flame.....such beautiful thoughts,
but not able to bear the complexity of life.
But now, we never forget that the strength of Your love has prepared for us
a city with transparent streets.

Some of us came with a cello and bow, painfully stringing songs of our past
into early evening air.....such beautiful sounds,
but not able to bear the coming of light.
But now, we never forget, having laid down the cello,
to look forward to the trumpet of deliverance.

I will always have some remembrance of a silken-winged young man,
who had a romantic vision of love
who played out his heart as he wondered “what for?”.

But You are faithful, that You did forgive my shortcomings,
the choices on my road to You,
and the inadequacy of my commitment.

And then replaced my silk with the wings of eagles,
replaced in my vision a man on a tree,
replaced in my heart the instrument of peace.

My life in You.

Your life in me.

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