i Hide myself in You

i hide myself in You
when i am crushed under the burden of this world
praising you frees me to know the Real You
not the You of the conservative right
not the You the masses use to pass their worthless agendas
But the You of David, and the You of Jacob
The You of the wilderness thousands of years ago
The Fire that followed them by night and kept watch over
the infant Israel

i hide myself in You
not in Oprah, and the humanist philosophies of this
failing system
that perverts justice,
and blames the broken laws
on the helpless
The You who abhors waste,
and the You who thunders with Righetous
Indignation over the sins of the nations
The You who will release the sickles of
the angels to harvest Your world

i hide myself in You
i desire to know the You that belongs to me
that holds the promise of my salvation
and the hope of heaven
not the You that tolerates other gods
and then calls us “bigots”
but the You who gently calls those who
follow Baal to come follow You

i hide myself in You
i give the heart that You love so dearly
i give my hopes, my dreams, and all that i hold dear to me
i hold You at the center of the Universe You created
i want to know the You who died at Calvary, between
the two thieves
The You who turned and said, “This day you will be with me in
Paradise.”
Not the You that despises the sinner who gazes from afar,
but the You that invited Zaccheus to sup
the You that confounds the values of this world
the You that transforms and transcends
the You that shines as the sun, wipes our
tears from our hardened cheeks,
who heals the most inconspicuous and
the smallest of us
The You that requires no money
The You that requires nothing but a humble heart

i hide myself in You
i place my fragile trust that the world has corroded
over the years
not in Obama or Palin,
but in the You who told the waves, “This far you may come
but here your proud waves must stop!”
The You who will come back to us with legions of angels
at your side in Resplendent Glory
The You seated at the Right Hand of the Father
The You of the cherubim, whose feathers of gold covers the Mercy seat
The One Isaiah saw, whose Blinding Glory filled the temple,
The You whose beauty i can only imagine, and not know
but wonder with the curiosity of a child, whose hands
raise upward to heaven to be picked up by the Father

i hide myself in You

i hide myself in the You of the Holy Scriptures, the You of Israel

HOSANNA, JEHOVAH RA AH (THE LORD OUR SHEPHERD), JEHOVAH TSIDKENU (THE LORD OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS), AND JEHOVAH SHALOM (THE LORD OUR PEACE), AND JEHOVAH SHAMMAH, ( THE LORD WHO IS EVER PRESENT), AND JEHOVAH RAPHA, (THE LORD OUR HEALER), JEHOVAH MEKKIDISH ( THE LORD WHO MAKES US HOLY), JEHOVAH JIREH (THE LORD WHO PROVIDES FOR US), AND JEHOVAH NISSI (THE LORD OUR BANNER)

The You Who Lights The World With His Smile
The You Who Lights Up my world
The You Who Fills My Empty Cup
The You whose life was poured out so that i may live
The You Who Was Spat Upon
The You Who Thirsted and Was Not Quenched
The You of the Martyrs who say, “How Long Lord?”
The You of the Apostle Paul who bore the thorns You did not take away
The You Who Forgave Peter
The Apostle who later gave his own life
And The You of me.
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