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sawman
Guest
I was asleep this morning and I dreamed a dream.
I was riding a swiming beast on a dark Perelandrian sea
We rode on and on swimming dreaming and wounded.
My wounds were festering and deep but on we went
In the dark wild sea
And the chase lasts a long time
I am hounding the un-man my wounder.
My wounds will not completely heal
they are disabling, the work of the wounder.
He’s a killer too he wounds to kill
Cause he’s a killer.
At last we come to the roaring shores
and we fight in the dark,
I fight with the strength of my angel but
the wounder pulls me down
deep into the sea
where we fight in the dark.
So this is our time in the rind,
this tiny part of us, of who we are.
Our time is short
our time is not our time
we were, we are, we are yet to be.
We are stretched through all of our times.
We don’t even possess ourselves existentialy.
Then we were all in a pasture
Looking for the safe place.
And He enters, yes, it is He!
The One Who was Wounded
He is the One Who Knows
of the wounding He knows in every detail.
He has suffered it too deeper, harsher, lonlier.
It is He who has entered our pasture,
the One Who was Wounded
sits over there , just quietly.
and He says," I know of your wound little one.
I know that despite your wounds you love my Father still.
You love His great-ones,you love His small-ones
you love His gentle ones.
You know My wounds.
We share the story of undeserved woundedness.
You are special to Me."
Undeserved Woundedness You give comfort
by sharing our state,
You have priveleged us to share with You.
He who was wounded undeservedly
knows the state of our wounds.
He is here. He hears our cries.
He says " I did not come to condemn the world, but to save it."
I was riding a swiming beast on a dark Perelandrian sea
We rode on and on swimming dreaming and wounded.
My wounds were festering and deep but on we went
In the dark wild sea
And the chase lasts a long time
I am hounding the un-man my wounder.
My wounds will not completely heal
they are disabling, the work of the wounder.
He’s a killer too he wounds to kill
Cause he’s a killer.
At last we come to the roaring shores
and we fight in the dark,
I fight with the strength of my angel but
the wounder pulls me down
deep into the sea
where we fight in the dark.
So this is our time in the rind,
this tiny part of us, of who we are.
Our time is short
our time is not our time
we were, we are, we are yet to be.
We are stretched through all of our times.
We don’t even possess ourselves existentialy.
Then we were all in a pasture
Looking for the safe place.
And He enters, yes, it is He!
The One Who was Wounded
He is the One Who Knows
of the wounding He knows in every detail.
He has suffered it too deeper, harsher, lonlier.
It is He who has entered our pasture,
the One Who was Wounded
sits over there , just quietly.
and He says," I know of your wound little one.
I know that despite your wounds you love my Father still.
You love His great-ones,you love His small-ones
you love His gentle ones.
You know My wounds.
We share the story of undeserved woundedness.
You are special to Me."
Undeserved Woundedness You give comfort
by sharing our state,
You have priveleged us to share with You.
He who was wounded undeservedly
knows the state of our wounds.
He is here. He hears our cries.
He says " I did not come to condemn the world, but to save it."