“Daughter, I Thirst”
I look up to your face and see your lips moving. “Daughter, I thirst.”
But this overbearing whisper in my ear tells me “How can he possibly be hurt?”
“Daughter, I thirst. Please.”
But I’m convinced that if I wait just a little bit longer your crying will cease
“Daughter, I thirst; that is my desire.”
But I know if I take one step closer to you I will be engulfed by an unquenchable fire.
“Daughter, please. A drink that is all that I ask”
Well if that’s all, I guess I can commit to such a task.
But before I can move, the guard picks up the spear and stabs it straight through my chest
He brings to your lips the heart plucked from my breast.
You do not drink but you breath into it a final breathe.
You say “It is finished” and come face to face with the doors of death
Now I am left at your feet with a heart that feels a longing pain
The wounds have healed but there is a never ceasing strain
I hear a voice, “Daughter, what can I do? Tell me now.”
But I don’t think I could even articulate to myself how.
“Daughter, I gave you the words already. What is it you require?”
I am then satisfied with an unquenchable fire as I say
“Father, I thirst. That is my desire.”
Your Yoke Is Easy
Lord I’m standing in a crowd
I know at any moment you can draw me out
The minute the guards call my name
I am to be united with you in a bloody embrace
But Lord how will that cross feel when it hits my back
The feeling of my bare feet hitting my seemingly predestined track
You say your yoke is easy and your burden light
But is that just your comparison based on your might
I can feel you walking next to me ready to shoulder the weight
But what is the point if I am going to wait and see how much pressure my bones can take
You whisper to me that this is not my cross to bear
But I can’t hear you over the sound of my lungs gasping for air
Why would you want to help me, when I have disobeyed you which is the highest treason
But you look at me and say “Daughter, the last thing I need to love you is a reason”
The weight of this cross brings me to knees
But what I didn’t expect to hear from you was your heart wrenching pleas
“Let me carry this with you, child console my heart”
“Don’t let the weight of this push us further and further apart”
I lean into you allowing you to shoulder the weight
Who would have thought in that there could be so much strength.
I now feel like a toddler taking their very first steps
I am still learning to walk with you through these new depths
My cross is still there and it’s splinters still press and poke
But Lord how grateful I am for this easy yoke