Humbling past the mumbling and murmuring
His eyes see it all to remind me that His call
Surpasses the lavish things that free fall
When we release our grasp
and let Him re-attach
fingers to things
Like hearing to sing
For us all to witness.
He gives it so freely and yet bestows to the kneeling
a posture that brings meaning to the melodies and missions
No embellishing a position but living from this permission
Known through losing
Sown in moves that have bruised me
but brought by my choosing and not for nothing
Even in my confusions He brings clarity
because as I am broken down He is pairing me
With oils to the cracks
It’s a fusion that’s marrying the aroma of pain
and yet washing the stains
Who knew this was His means to bring things forth in our lives?
It appeared to me like death, but it was just life disguised
Otherwise this pathway would be trampled and overrun
But the gamble is a sober one
a handful of only ones
like a candle
That isn’t trick and I’m in winds I cant handle
alone, but alone I am not
I’m a part of His plot
and land that will yield a crop
which is where I am headed, when the threshing stops.
VISTOETRY - Anthony Rivisto 