Poor Today. (or Come, Lord Jesus.)

With my lips i
Spoke, Relief!
And with my eyes I saw it
It crept in my windows as sure as the morning
Illuminated my present darkness with mercy

There are times when all I have is nothing.
When all I can do is plead, beg, borrow.
So lend me your words today.
I cannot afford this sorrow.

I'll take a poet's stance.
I'll hide behind the herds.
There's no more song, no more dance.
I just need words.

I'll take God's then.
Wield the sword, the pen.
it's pages', it's laws,
it's pauses, it's maws.

Anything to articulate
Anything to alleviate
this raw, this flaw
this gash, this jaw.

I just need words.

So

With my lips i
Spoke, Death!
And with my eyes I saw it
They unplugged you from your mortal breath
to usher you into the deep.

With my lips i
Spoke, Life!
And with my eyes I saw him
reach over to embrace you
carrying you with wings
spanning too wide to measure

Ascending to where I want to be.
Accession to who I want to be.
Awaiting now my turn to leave with bated breath.
Aching to return in the mean of while, until my life meets death.

With my lips i
Spoke, Peace!
And with my eyes I saw him
lead me to quiet waters, so still - I could hear my, his, your heart
I'm renewed, back to the start

For lack of better words, let me borrow yours.
For lack of better years, let me live yours.
For lack of better wisdom, let me hear yours.
For lack of better character, let me wear yours.

With my lips i
Spoke words
And with my eyes I saw You.
Unflinching, my weary eyes have strayed - now stayed
On you, on yours
See this seal? I'm yours.