I spent this day with friends, family, new friends, music, art galleries, fall air, and God’s amazing truth and love lived and breathed in reality.

And I was sitting here, thinking, and praising God for another blessed year (the best in my opinion ) of life, and praying for the next one to come. And I just have this tenseness in my chest because I just want to burst out into some elegant and passionate prose and poetry to express the beauty of the reality of who Jesus is and what He’s done for us all and His creation. There’s such a desire in me to shout out lyrics that capture the mysterious depth of the way this entire world, all the stories, people, and smallest minute truths lead back to a miraculous and ultimately beautiful story of redemption and sacrifice. I want to write and sing poetry.

But I can’t.

I’ve tried, and it’s not cutting it. The stirrings of my soul do not come out in any accurate manifestation of words. 

And then I thought about it. And I thought that perhaps God in His faithfulness and goodness blessed all of His creation with the ultimate ability to be a poet. In fact, His Scripture breaks out into poetry when truth is just too overwhelming to write about in letter form. Creation bursts forth into praise when the wind sweeps the leaves into applause of admiration, and the symphony of the night begins to play its melody. And the distant hills sing a song of mystery to me when the sun shoots red and orange into the horizon.  Even the rocks will cry out.  

God has made me a poet. I’m trying to sing my prose to the world by the way I live my life. I want to sing a song of passion, truth, love, humility, and redemption.

Transformation. Revolution. Glory.

What poem are you writing?

Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

What song are you singing?