“For we have become His Living Temple”
we, His people, feel Him in us, pressing in
the compression of souls and pooling away of darkly bound strongholds..
we, His People, see and taste and feel Him more in our midst, in our bellies,
in one another–this One
taste of Kingly greatness
the vast splendour of His Being
pressing into us, molding, recontouring
our inner eyes fixed in riverlike gaze
at This One who holds the universe beneath
the pressure of His Heart
pressing into the maze of our beings
and breathing life order
nations. ethnos. peoples. rumbling off
all that must burn;
the lines He made
to be read will remain, and be spoken.
the scrolls will not shut
until each is fully read-
epochs and ages, each syllable pronounced
precisely.
and this scroll now–
third fire. consumational flames, in this
who is left but the glowing lame?
the ones calling out
from Him to Him
deep to deep spirit to spirit
while the earth turns in tumult
until this birthings done
until the sons and daughters
sunscorched, rise
with healing on their Wings
we, the Body of The One, rise as sunlight
to inherit, with Him, the nations!
We, the people, having been taken by the burning
of His Love, release ourselves into His cross to die
to become nothing
other than this One
who is releasing Himself in us…
out into His Universe as testimony!
We feel You in us
burning off in us all
that is not yours
making us into
your own body-You,
a king ablaze
in His Own Glory,
come as morningflare
too bright for our eyes to turn back
from.
nothing left standing
worlds erupting on themselves
men hating their own flesh
sacrificing life to death itself
but You, here, placing heavenly order
between our shoulders
shouldering our burdens
replacing them with passion
And we, reconstructed by this
passion unseen have become
your living temples! A place
for you to dream your dreams…
a place for You to live your life,
a place for you to lay your head.
Come lay your head on our shoulders
come pillow us in the feathering of your
blessed Light. For when Your head
settles into us, we awake
in the cresting of your contours
and have become nothing
but the silhouette of Your Being
