Poetry in Waiting

What beauty falls from the sky
when heaven cries
redemption comes
life from parched soil grows
slowly, with certain determination
is this growth up towards heaven
in hopes or reacting
to the beauty calling
it now shines before others
unaware of its beginnings
for it only grows now because of the beauty
calling us to look upward.

Can't I feel deeper of your grace and your truth?
Cannot the silence of my heart cry out to you?
This is not a checkpoint, I refuse to let him see it
to judge my hearts progress, oh that he would hear it
in conversations, in silent processing
that this relationship would be yours, God
Go and make disciples, let that never see a day
when that call doesn't appear upon my face
its all yours Lord, take what you want,
as dew appears and is gone, so it is with me
I long for that day again
when flowing from heart, i'd pen
the most beautiful, raw of lyrics
oh God that you would hear it
but I know that you are listening
and my heart is quickening
knowing you hear me
calling me child, accepted and loved
fully known and yet fully redeemed
forgiven, sacrificed for, redemption is calling
every second, though life drones on
there is a melody I can hear when I stop and breathe
Lord, cease the day when I stop listening!