Hear thee, hear thee, Oh the land of Yugoslav nations.
As time tick-tocks its way into the months of February and May, the sounds of this Serbo land increase with growing vitality. Oh Heart, can you take hold of this threshold, such one that you've never met, never known? Well, in reply, it only beats steadfastly... faster, faster.
Perhaps I can imagine the cold with one eye closed, dream of the Adriatic winds with my pinkie frozen, yet my head cannot wrap around the reality of this land. I can mimic the school-time strategy of upping stacks and stacks of index cards, with tapering ideas and distant information, just to feel prepared and adequate for this upcoming adventure. But still, my Heart does not slow down. It anticipates perhaps a little more, a little more, and so it goes.
Yet all of this commotion seems to be background noise still.
There is much to lay hold of even now. Much to gaze at, much to be captured by. And by "much," I speak of infinity, the notion of {was, is and is to come}. The Man Christ Jesus. I want to move with every flick of my Lover's eye, every dash of His hand, and every note of His Word. I want to be moved, woo-ed, won into the Garden by Him. Oh New Jerusalem, my heart rests in Thee, where the Faithful and True sits, holding the Key to this fading world. The throne-room falters not, "it is a physical temple on top of a mound."
Heaven, it is not a vapor. There, our heads find rest, our hearts find food. It is coming to Earth soon, oh so very soon.
Check out this song by Aaron Leatherdale.
Get ready, my friends and beloved, prepare your hearts! Jesus is coming, and He's bringing heaven with Him.
As time tick-tocks its way into the months of February and May, the sounds of this Serbo land increase with growing vitality. Oh Heart, can you take hold of this threshold, such one that you've never met, never known? Well, in reply, it only beats steadfastly... faster, faster.
Perhaps I can imagine the cold with one eye closed, dream of the Adriatic winds with my pinkie frozen, yet my head cannot wrap around the reality of this land. I can mimic the school-time strategy of upping stacks and stacks of index cards, with tapering ideas and distant information, just to feel prepared and adequate for this upcoming adventure. But still, my Heart does not slow down. It anticipates perhaps a little more, a little more, and so it goes.
Yet all of this commotion seems to be background noise still.
There is much to lay hold of even now. Much to gaze at, much to be captured by. And by "much," I speak of infinity, the notion of {was, is and is to come}. The Man Christ Jesus. I want to move with every flick of my Lover's eye, every dash of His hand, and every note of His Word. I want to be moved, woo-ed, won into the Garden by Him. Oh New Jerusalem, my heart rests in Thee, where the Faithful and True sits, holding the Key to this fading world. The throne-room falters not, "it is a physical temple on top of a mound."
Heaven, it is not a vapor. There, our heads find rest, our hearts find food. It is coming to Earth soon, oh so very soon.
Check out this song by Aaron Leatherdale.
Get ready, my friends and beloved, prepare your hearts! Jesus is coming, and He's bringing heaven with Him.
