Adoration

“The love of Christ both wounds and heals, it fascinates and frightens, it kills and makes alive, it draws and repulses. There can be nothing more terrible or wonderful than to be stricken with love for Christ so deeply that the whole being goes out in a pained adoration of His person, an adoration that disturbs and disconcerts while it purges and satisfies and relaxes the deep inner heart.”
― A.W. Tozer

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(contrasting brilliant colors of Fall / Julie Cook / 2014)

As the colors of the earth reach up toward the heavens, touching the brilliance of the bluest blue sky, the cries of my soul sing out for your ears and your ears alone.

In my suffering and sorrow, in my loneliness and longing, my cries of emptiness and despair are but songs of praise.

For you are both the God of Joy and Sorrow, Emptiness and Richness. There is not more of you in the joy with less of you in the sorrow. . .for you are totally and equally in each extreme journey of my life.

Even in the endless flow of tears, I praise you.
Through the breaking of the heart, I praise you.
In the pain of body and soul, I praise you.
Just as I praise you in my joy.

As I rile in fits of rage, there is praise
As I turn to run from you, there is praise
For you know my heart in both good and bad
For only in you have I been offered life in the shadow of your death

There is no pain or sorrow, no isolation or despair that you do not know
You were broken and beaten for my sake
You cried out in anguish for my sake
You crushed destruction for my sake

You are my Love
my joy,
my pain,
my grace,
my sorrow,
my frustration,
my hope,
my tears,
my peace,
my death,
my life.