In all my desolate,
Above every dream
And throughout the cold parched night
Wild and fierce, flaming light.
Winding every piece of this mess into hope.
Crushing these doubts with water and wine.
I see You like this only in suffering.
Pain has clear eyes.
I am learning that there is only one kind of gift that comes from Your hand.
You twist everything into love.
You burn down walls I build and card-houses too.
Your streams of mercy rush in
Tear it clean down, wash it all new.
Because You know how to love your children.
And your best gifts come strange.
Teach the stone heart to say thank you for this winter-grace.
And bend it broken again.
Video of Mat Kearney singing ‘All I Have’, taken by yours truly in Nashville
my favorite line, dedicated to my valentine
“Tired of the same song everyone’s singing
I’d rather be lost with you instead.”
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