walking under the weight
by Elizabeth de Barros
Daily the brightness of Christ shines
in darkness He dawns
shadows flee,
clouds scatter,
trees bend,
horses run —
I fall.
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The weight of glory is too much to bear.
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Under His arm, with love swelling, grace girding,
I am helped,
but collapse at the thunder of His voice.
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He rivets me,
strikes me,
forges what He will against my will.
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This is surrender:
His hands are massive.
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And what does ascension look like?
Christ in me,
hope of glory.
© 2013 Elizabeth DeBarros
Powerful.
Love!
“Under His arm, with love swelling and grace girding, I am helped,
but collapse at the thunder of His voice.”
This….this is beautiful, poetic Truth. What a vision He has given you of Himself. Love this. Praise His Name! God bless you, sis ♥