Impossible

it's quiet, tonight
here beneath your merciful gaze, stars filtering the light that robes you
Abba Father, hear my heart.
Take it into your hands, Jesus Son of God.
You give rest for the weary, I will stop and fall
at your feet

On that day that she woke up, and went to the well
I wonder if
she felt the wind of salvation ripple through her hair
Jesus Son of God you saw her eyes as you told her
about living water
did she dare believe?

You are more than a healer
You are more than a friend
You are more than one who can sympathize with us in our sin
You are the Lord Almighty, Your Name is exalted above all names

You are God, and what in creation should not tremble before you?
Tremble because of fear, but we tremble because of a love
that they told us was impossible
never to reach this place, so destitute
and broken
where fathers rape daughters and purity is a term long discarded
a place
where people live in slavery, chained to desire
willing to settle for scraps, willing to take lashes
forgetting their worth
dying in so many ways
they told us that love
is not real, is not strong, is but another sentiment
and that sentiment is for the weak

they threw the money in the cage and told us to fight for it
that our lives depended on the paper that
pranced whimsically in the air, dancing in our blind eyes
crumpling in our grasping hands
they always kept our hands busy
with homework, with papers, with real work, 9 to 5 graveyard overtime work

and then half of your life flies by and you don't even notice
until you're sitting there, the same coffee you've been ordering for 30 years sitting in your hand
wishing you knew what it meant to be alive, wishing you had done so much more with your time

they tell us to forget about truth,
forget about the things of the soul and spirit
that you're a fool to think there's anything but
the physical realm, everything but a product of chance
that you're just another case study of biology,
a complex anatomy evolved from simplicity
a body that will cease to exist in the dust
but that's not enough, they must kill
every last remainder of hope in the human heart
and silence that small voice that says from deep within
maybe all this has meaning

so what do they do?
they chain us to their plan
so perfectly mundane, so mechanical
that we forget about our real desires
and eat from their hands

what we long for, is love
so they feed us with course after course of lust
hours and hours of this sexual perversion, until we're so full of emptiness we can't even
feel
anymore

they tell the boy to become a man by the number of girls he has in his hands
tell him
to take the power, to take her hair in his fists and call her
whore, call her slut, she's just an object for him to use, she's not a person
they tell him how shameful virginity is, giving him
hundreds of girls to look at on the screen
so that he can forget about falling in love with that one
woman

they tell the girl to become a woman by the number of guys that have looked her way
her body is the only thing that gives her worth
so they successfully enslave her with the mirror, as long as she
is never content with who she sees, they will keep her going to men for affirmation
when she starts to cry for worth, for true beauty

they drag her to the bedroom, they use the men to put invisible cuffs on her
they pound into her heart with every thrust that this is the way
to feel like you're worth something.

They lead you all your life
to dead ends,
so that you will never believe
in the things that seem 'too good'
in the songs that move you to tears
in the people that tell you there's more to live for
that there is a way out,
a way in

to that which humanity has searched for, battled for, died for since the beginning
his name only whispered when a life is dangling above the abyss of death, so close
his name as the subject only in times of utmost desperation
at those times satan's lies fail, for only when caught in absolute darkness does one realize
how much they need the light

God is love
and maybe life starts with you looking up