Eden Hope

Why make it seem so impossible
for the King of all
to add peace of this puzzle and

Why do our ramblings run on and on?
Verbal toil and song
as we’re singing it, ringing it

Louder than He ever asked us to be.
The King tries to whisper as we shout “defeat!”
A palm ever pure reaches out just to find
such a multitude ready to leave Him behind.

Flags waving high, negative of noir
seen from near and far
ripple captive surrender

Impatient sensations are raging strong
“I can’t wait that long!!!”
It’s so easy to quit while He’s

Molding us folding us making us mighty.
Instead burning passions have tempted the flighty.
The grave pants and beckons, we court worms and bones
while we wonder why Satan won’t leave us alone.

Why do we act so ridiculous;
ever scandalous,
As if Yahweh can’t handle this?

Why do we veil what is obvious?
While He’s NEAR to us,
we inhale our lust; till we bust.

We try to bend, break, mask over and hide.
A symptom to suffer when living in pride.
Omniscient He standing there right by our side.
Waiting for us to come clean in the Light.