Meditations on Glory
by Sarah Parkins
I am the shepherd
I have felt his fear
When Jesus comes into my darkness
All of my sin becomes clear
My heart longs deeply for Him
Yet I inch back with timidity
Who am I to conclude a truth based on how I feel
His glory surpasses any knowledges I could obtain
So I turn to one, two, three drinks
Still He gives me one, two, three graces
I spiral to an upside down world
As my grace-seeing vision becomes fuzzy
One, two, three drinks
One, two, three graces
A drunken night turns into mornings confusion and conviction
But there is no condemnation for me that is so deserving
One, two, three drinks
One, two three graces
What did I ever do to deserve
The space to testify in the darkest of places
Five fifteen comes quickly and brutally
A startle replaced by a soft, sweet Aroma
Flesh as Word as Word became Flesh
Time spent in meditation, recovers hindered love
As time goes on
Those desires decrease
And the glory seems brighter
For fear in the shepherd didn’t stop the light from coming
