even though these eyes cannot see you
sitting in the empty chair across from me
why does my heart not delve headlong
into the entirety of what you have done for me?
the wounds, the tears, the sweat poured like blood
what else did you do to return me to the light
did you picture me when all was going dim?
did you see all I had done before I met you
as the soldiers thrust a spear into your side
as your breath became shorter and your vision dimmed
the wrath I caused fell on you and drew you beneath
a brimstone river, courtesy of future words one day I'd speak
against You and Your love, when I was on the other side
or did you see the redemption you held in store for me?
why do I not sense as clearly as I might
this returning Warrior who may still bear scars, showing
plainly by the light of your heart what you endured to save me
why do I not leap at once into your spiritual embrace?
why so often do I turn away and pretend to be more interested
in what's going on outside the window, how the rain falls
instead let me close my eyes, focus on your long-ago darkness
that empty space of being forsaken by God
then followed by sheer triumph of judgment and love
in that darkened room I finally seek you
in solemn stillness without echo I will understand a tiny fraction
yet enough to stop me in my runnings and pull me back
darkness was your constant friend for me, You the Everything
condensed yourself into this poor flesh to take my hand
guide me off this quaking balcony of certain death
convince me you're real and hold nothing but love in that offer
outstretched across the heavens and time itself
and no more will I forget how you rescued me