The Oyster

I drink from the oyster that holds my existence and all of its cool salty wonder.
Washing upon the beach I pry it open
I thirst your goodness and grace to the point where my body weeps.
I am in awe looking towards you,
I'm stuck - caught in amazement, this morning by the coast
Bitter is my temperment, but alas
My body cannot control the emotion my mind and soul contains,
It pours out over me and tears roll over my skin
The pages of your word wrinkle on contact with the salt,
And for the first time I become aligned with you.
The deepness, the power of You, the Creator of All things
I love you Lord, and I thank you for picking me up when I'm injured and helping me heal.
I am but an infant deeply dependent upon you.
So spit into the dirt, and wipe the mud upon my eyes so that I may see - for I am blind.
I need not prove what my heart has already seen,
What my eyes cannot concieve.
Some things are true if you believe them or not.
Help me pick up the pieces to this broken sea-shell,
And search for the pearl within the oyster that you have placed in me.
Ignite my soul so it burns for you.
Jesus you carry me when my legs give out,
When my frail soul collapes from the pressures of this life.
I surrender everything to You.
There is still a battle that rages in a fury between the earth and the moon
And the weight of it is forcing me down upon my knees
It connects me to a supernatural sense of urgency for someone greater.
So you lift up my broken body, and I lift you up in praise.
I am a prisioner of Christ, rejoycing in the art of the shackles that are upon me.
Freedom lies within them
See the art painted upon my soul and help me become a true masterpiece
A Timeless piece, that floods of absolute beauty,
In Love for You.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2004