The Word

The Word

Here I am in you, waiting, silently listening 

In my residence I'm awashed by you; in You

A word from you, will certainly do

My reason to exist, be contained, to live 

To feel your touch, hear your voice

So still, I am to your presence; my choice

I live it, my bread, milk, but by thy every word

Unique I am in every way, live for you day by day

Am I listening for you or truly for Him 

Whose finger touched me, I'm conceived 

Waters when touched, parted for joy

Rock felt it, melted, gave way to tables

Dry bones cames alive, furnace cooled

Lions, tamed, walls came down; at a touch

A world touched, it unfolds revealing a Pearl

An irritation produces a priceless Pearl

In our flesh you tabernacle, to live, walk, talk

To touch our flesh where diseases fled

Touch our pool, where we go wash

A spittle in the sand by your hand, now we see 

We walked with you, rubbed on you, felt your virtue through and through

Our bodies straightened at the sight of you 

A word lived in flesh, not written, nor oral

Spoke at a well, one would show and tell

Come see a man, who knew all too well

Nature noticed, folded in abeisance, rain of tears from her eyes, fell

All listened as you sweat blood, pray in wilderness for a world gone astray 

Word springs life, death heard, gave up

Demons put to flight, others worlds smile in delight

In authority a word is spoken like none other

I lay in my bed, in my room, in my tomb

As Lazarus, like others gone before 

Known by me, unknown I'll see, as those I adore

I'll wait to hear a word from you

A still small voice, heard in my cave, waiting to crack the grave

Sheep knowing a voice will come out, with a shout

In my room, my room, I'm awashed in you

I await silently listening for the word to be said, 

'It is Finished'

I need it to live as the air I breathed

If I don't hear a word from you; what will I do