laments upon the mountain top

 honest outpour
©11-24-2020 hannah mclean

Father
i lament
the severity of my weaknesses
the intensity of my deficits

before You i kneel
longing for Your all
expand me

expand my heart
my mind
my spirit
to receive
Your greater beauty
mercy
grace
and power

the greatness of
Your fullness
accompanies Your
mighty moves

set me in my place
for such a time as this

You have stripped me of
all desires
but to know You

my arms are splayed
before You
my heart is united
in fear and affection
my eyes locked upon You
in awe and wonder and worship

if i have only Your eyes
Your ears
Your heart
i hold within myself
the pinnacle of joy

oh Worthy One
ALL worship belongs to You
ALL praise learns its dance
before You
who both delights
and draws

i bow
my tears fall upon Your feet
and splash upon Your royal robes
 

washed by Your blood
my tears should stain
but leave instead
only the mark of gratitude

and i am overwhelmed

"yet, i will rejoice..."

Habakkuk 3:17-19 "Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls...yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer's; He makes me tread on my high places."

yet

©8-30-2020 hannah mclean

 

“...yet...”

the cry of the heart

rebelling against

the doubt

despair

desperation

of circumstances

and situations

“...yet...”

the rebellious declaration

that refuses

to follow the course

of rushing currents

but digs in its heels

and shouts

to smother pressures

of inevitability with

certainty that

there is One who

speaks the final word

“...yet...”

the word the

tramples doubt

with faith

that turns the

tables of “thoughs”

strengthening

the feeble knees

and emboldening

the drooping shoulders

with determination

“...yet...”

the battle cry

of the faithful

who has lifted

their eyes

to the One

who is not derailed

by things

seen

Sunrise

I’ve been hanging out in Luke 1-2, and it brought me a song: 

 

Sunrise

©9-19-2020 hannah mclean

O Glory of Israel

guide our feet

Light of Revealing

O Way of Peace

Rise, o Son

and shed Your light

Till darkness hides

and death takes flight

Salvation of Man

O Maker of Day

Your love, enduring

Your truth, the way

Rise, o Son

and shed Your light

Till sin’s no more

and robes wax white

Source of all Goodness

hope and song

Redeemer of lost

O Place to belong

Rise, o Son

and shed Your light

Till longings land

and eyes have sight

Bridge:

To know and be known

To be fully free

Your mercy, o Jesus

Our refuge, Lord, be