Otherness

That's what we're all about
We're not trying to look like, or be like anyone else
Just Jesus
And it makes us look like aliens. Forgieners in a distant land
We stick out, and humbly so. Why?
Because the way we love is so unusual
Our words bring tears of laughter, tears of solace
Our music and Dance are fueled by a different drummer
And a better one at that
And the fruit? It's a different song, a different value system
Not pushing the edge of sin and Hell
Not okay with "status quo"
A place where benificial and permissible are clearly understood
AND NO ONE EVEN WANTS THE BOUNDRY LINE!!
We would much rather lunge out, to the kingdoms cutting edge... which is Heaven's arms
Sitting on his lap is fine with me. His heartbeat rhythmically puts me at rest.
Not apathetic slumber that leads to poverty
But DEEP LOVE that thrusts us to Nineva
For Macedonians are still calling
Ethiopians are still asking for someone to help them to understand
And how do we know this?
Because we look into a different pair of eyes
Not just the window to his soul, but a magnifying glass of theirs
LOOK AGAIN
His tears aren't clear, they don't taste like salt
They're colorful banners of the nations
And they taste like the blood that was shed for them
A tear trickles down, and I see Sri Lanka
Another hangs in the corner of his eye and deep inside that tear I see a Sudanese lady worshipping over the family that just abandoned her
Here comes three more
CANADA, FRANCE, MEXICO
And as he wipes his eyes I see the colors of
MOROCCO, RUSSIA, SCOTLAND, and CHINA on the palms of his hands
And where do those tears go?
They're stored in a bottle.
Not just a bottle, but "the" bottle
The one that has held the cried of the saints of Germany, the one that has heard the deep secrets of Thailand's orphans, America's addicts, and Indonesia's widows
The groans from North Korea's underground church, and South Korea's Prayer mountain
All in the bottle
And they're waiting for you, Waiting for me, to open our hands so he can pour them out
And why would he trust us with such treasures
Because he calls us family, he trusts us
Because we've seen the otherness of God and we long for more
For if you, God, were the same as the rest you wouldn't be Holy
My unholiness CRAVES your Holiness. Your cleansing
YOU
And in the process we become "other" ourselves,
And the importance of that?
So many stories are being told. Vying for my affections, my passion my heart
But I refuse to be caught up in the midst of small stories that seem brilliant at the moment but soon become faded glory
I desire to be taken up into your story and your great plot for me and Mankind
So I LEAP into the chariot of fire and I ask for HUMILITY and COURAGE to leave it ALL behind
NO MATTER THE COST
Because Lord, you deserve it, and they need it. Because I love you, and they need you
And the Spirit and the Bride are still crying out
"COME LORD JESUS"

And you will...
You always do

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