THE SOUL YEARNS
The soul yearns for perfection
Mind turns and emotions churn
But every turn in life falls short,
Limits of body and heart rise up constantly
And demand attention,
Demand to be fed and nurtured and satisfied;
The inner self grips at what should be
Always a sense of the possible imagined
In the stone cold worldly face of the constant impossibility.
The dilemma celebrates frustration
Invites self-pity, anger and bitterness with depression
And maybe worse, crippling despair.
There is a way waiting to be found,
One way as a rescue
One person who triumphed in this imperfect place
Teacher who walked in perfection,
Alone, but not alone…
Perfect love, perfect peace
Power and authority
Perfect faithfulness and obedience to His Father;
Even now His love shines forth in absolute truth
Sacrificial love in complete surrender to the Sovereign One,
The Way of one totally for another.
The Eternal Lord gives that another can grasp the gift
Cross lifted high, revealed as the golden serpent in the desert
Those many years ago as the ancient tribes struggled with human nature.
His heart poured out to the last droplet
That eyes might see and desire real life
That ears might hear and choose to live.
Eternity woven into the fabric of measured earthly perfection
Purest perfection to be tasted in Him
Touched by human hands in worship
In honor of their Holy King
To love the Father, to love His beautiful creation
A man, a woman, a child
Earth below, sky above,
While wearing the finest garments of complete fulfillment
Robes of the High Priest;
The future always before us
Present clothing in finest linen and woven cloths
To cover the redeemed naked woman, the shameful man,
Messiah’s perfect life more than enough now
For you, for me.