Into the tempest, into the rain
Into the violence, torment and pain
And into the night with its fingers of cold
Goes a heart that listens to all it's been told.
Creating a clamor and raising alarms
Goes a soldier with unfailing hate in its arms,
And into the jungle that whispers a name
Goes a shadow of self with a sense of great shame.
But into the tempest and rain and cold fear
A shaft of light shines and grows ever near.
For it searches the shadow for lostness and grief
And vows to undo it and steal like a thief
All authority, anger, and grip that it holds
Over hearts that do only all they've been told.
And into the day and into the sun,
Goes a heart that has lessened its grips one by one.
Into the freedom that steps through the trees
And draws out the soldier bent down on its knees
Goes a great sense of triumph, released from the storm;
And the heart feels no longer a need to conform,
For daylight is granted the heart that flings wide
Its arms to the sunbeams and is taught to abide
Not in the rain or the darkness of night,
But to live in the cool effervescence of light.
For in goes the heart to the place where it beats;
The daylight has won, and the darkness retreats.
postscript
Stepping out of lies and into the freedom of day. I love it when He rescues me.