Oceans of You

OCEANS OF YOU

This picture, “Oceans of You”, is one of the first photographs where I heard God whisper to me. A few weeks after my restorative trip to Lake Michigan, I woke up this photo of those aqua cool waters in my mind. I then heard him whisper to my heart, “Drink me in. Drink in all of me.” And felt a thirst inside of me. From these photos and the response of my heart to His whisper came this poem that I would like to share with you: 

DRINK ME IN, DRINK IN ALL OF ME

If I could just drink in oceans of you

Grab the picture off the wall

Open wide,

my mouth,

to fill.

Pour in the ocean,

the ocean of you.

If I could just drink in oceans of you while here on my bed,

I’d be sailing on High seas instead.

If I could drink oceans of you I would burst!

Exploding about as I versed.

If I could just drink in oceans of you, I would sing

Unending songs, lyrical strings,

rhyming and timing, me-lo-di-ous hymns.

—of unending praises, unending raises,

lifting You higher past all of the faces.

Joyfully delighting in all that you are,

oceans and oceans of hallelujahs.

If I could drink you in but a sea,

I’d be in silent revere.

Astounded, amazed at all that you are,

who breaths in glory and out every star.

—star in the sky and star in your hand, 

has every capture of your perfect plan.

Making and shaping and molding my life,

with fire—desire—kilning out strife

If i could drink you in but a river,

my heart and muscles would quiver and quiver.

Holding the arrows of love through my heart,

target and bulls eye every single mark.

If i could drink you in but a lake or a pond, 

I’d be drawn down to the deep depths of awe.

Surrounded by thick glory asunder,

I’d swim and spin in your glorious wonder.

If I could drink you in but a tank,

I’d take you around with thanks upon thanks.

If I could just drink you in but a drop,

my feet would be dancing,

my arms begin to pop.

—pop and lock the beats of your heart,

every move transforming my ticks to your tock.

If i could just drink you in but a mist,

My heart would be rendered,

my knees would twist.

—and fall to the floor in daze.

I’d be reeling and peeling, a blessed holy rave.

Dazed and confused at the glory beheld,

the beauty of you, 

tasted and held.

Spinning and falling my heart and the rest,

plunging to depths of your merciful best.

If i could just look at the cross where you held,

the burdens and beatings—

all my deservings of hell.

(selah) 

Yet here, you chose to make home, 

right here in my heart,

and inhabit the places where no one dares knock.

And when I could only close my eyes in disbelief,

cold and hardened with grief upon grief—

Here. Still you would meet me.

Then kneel at my feet!?

—to wash every particle caked underneath.

Then rising again you’d ask me to stand,

to be raised to glory at the Father’s royal right hand???

Mystery! Victory! Mercy and grace!

Oceans swim down, down, down,

my unbelieving face.

Then you take every mourning, anger, disgrace,

cupping and catching,

every drop as they race.

And open me up and pour yourself in,

You—my Ocean

—straight from your heart to your hands,

to water every thirsty, dried soul parched land.

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