Tonight at the end of light
Tonight, I feel lonely
I thought I heard my heart stop beating
I long for you to hold me
I guess I feel like Eden
The twilight tried its best
Tonight I feel good and evil
Against my chest
Would I love you less or better
If I didn’t miss your face
Read your words like a love letter
Would I have known your grace?
I guess I feel like Eden
Aware of all I am
Tonight I feel good and evil
Against my skin
We’re all homesick
Is love the reason?
My hunger led me to your hope
Until the end of this colder season
Keep us warm
The day after she fell
We feel good and evil
And choose which one to tell
-Alli Rogers
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I love the first stanza of this poem/song. It reminded me of a time in my walk when I longed to hear His voice. I thought that, through all my years as a believer, He had never really talked to me (thinking His voice should be audible to me - There are many instances in the Bible where the Lord spoke audibly. The Lord spoke to Paul on the road to Damascus in Acts (22:10). Why wouldn't He speak audibly to me?). Did I really know Him? Was something wrong with me?
After many nights of being on my knees in supplication (many, many, many nights I believe...) I finally began to understand His presence around me. I had a rush of goose bumps crawl over my whole body and I felt as though He had wrapped His arm around me. Instantly I felt myself relax in His hold. And then, all of heaven broke loose and He said something to me! I remember the exact words that He spoke to me, in His wonderful inaudible way, "I'm here". He was there with me all along! It was a Spirit to spirit interaction... it didn't need to be audible for me to hear Him. He spoke to my spirit, and reassured me that He was as near to me as ever.
In hindsight, I see that I had to be crushed to total relinquishment before I could hear Him speak to me. It seems like until we totally surrender our desires, or our burdens, we can’t truly “hear” Him. He seems quiet during the whole process, and then at the end, when we're barely holding on to a thread of hope, our cups spill over and we're in awe as He does His Perfect Will.
Thanks for sharing that song :) God bless.
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