In this home,
in these clothes
I am covered over.
Changing mind,
change of heart,
I am still the same.
But when will we see
how we are meant to be?
Lost in outer face,
forgotten blissful state.
Broken home,
broken bones:
Strung to reigns of pain.
Everminding
broken heart
until I heard Your name.
And now I can see
how much of this is me.
Externals fade
into Your light of day.
It’s hard to believe this is happening
No need to believe; It’s happening.
I feel it, I know the feeling.
I’m not this body.
I’m knowing blissfully.
Now love for You has grown
from the seed Your name has sewn.
By your servant
-Josh Bruner (Godasa)