Praise #39, Shake the Stands for Jesus

Shake the stands for Jesus

the tremors billow

into the gorge

 

All things became worthless to me

one night in April, as the

moon creatures slid across a deep river

 

For Thou, O God, made the air right

blasting inanities dead

with soft shards, the color of deep infinities  

that vex our dragging shadows

Thy vigil awaiting our first steps home

 

The long nightmares are over

behold – He stands in Light,

offering the peace

this new life speaks in waterfalls listing

a grandstand of decency

and Love, a better hand

in which wisps of heaven bells

Praise Him in manifold measure

 

We cannot see Thy perfection

nor the limits thereof

except when we see Thy Son

and his over-setting love

rolling ripples overrunning the

age-pressed dunes, soaking

sanded time

a 360 degree tsunami

beating

the pulse of God’s dearest thunder