Against the Storm
Dedicated to the girl who hit me like a train; and then ran away again.
I would speak in tongues none understand,
To tell a tale of love as knife
That wounds not to end, but to start.
I would challenge God to claims of love,
Storm heaven to return the tales
That tell the world of what love means.
I would break the rock that holds back hell,
Rushing blind in to the furnace
To spread this stolen gospel there.
I would brace myself against the cold
Threatening to freeze our hearts with pain,
And bring back fire to melt that lie.
I would turn rivers all to liquid gold,
That burn a path across the plain;
Make a message seen from the sky.
I would climb the tower and sound the bell
That calls your name. Help me turn this
Weight that holds us down to thin air;
I would fly until I rise above,
Until the strength in my wings fails,
And leave behind these flying dreams.
I would love as storm clouds love the land,
Throwing down rain to bring new life;
Pressing lightning against your heart.
June 18, 2012