UPWARD | Canon C200

Описание: Upward.

The shadowed Sunseeker cries out,
"Some other place, some other time..."
But out of the subway,
a newborn lamb lies down
where the sun catches its eye,
approaching a burning calling:
upward, upright, true.

I can't run, but I can walk
much faster than this.
A trip here, a trip there, still nowhere,
snatched by bustling humdrums
that twist frayed nerve endings.
Pressing their thumbs
gently into my eyes,
I'm blinded alongside
the slow boiled frog.
Damn you, great deceiver,
who makes stagnation
warm to the touch,
pleasantly consumed,
euphoric in ignorance.

Get up! Don't just lie there!
Seize the day's divinity!
Sound the shofar!
Pure exhilaration! Pure worship!
Pure awe! Pure adoration!
All for You, the author of perfection!

My soul erupts in joyful praise,
My tears stream like rapids
in an endless river, O God!
I sob in serenity, weeping like a wedding groom!
I tremble in Your presence,
for I am Your cherished treasure,
the pupil of Your eye!
I am Your evergreen,
tall, free, confident,
grafted in Your eternal vine.
So then, why should I ever worry?
Why should I ever doubt?
For I will remain vibrant
in You, through You, forevermore!
My beauty will praise You
through the harshest winters!
If nothing is done in Your name,
that is a life not worth living,
for I shall no longer be an evergreen.
Even the little ladybug's
gorgeous red knows it's
heavenly source.

I remember a great man, a role model,
cemented in God's mountainous ground:
there in the parks,
there going door to door,
there at the pulpit,
there laughing and praising,
there holding up the Word,
sowing seeds of life.

Watch me, Lord—watch me!
Look upon Your servant with a Father’s eye.
Like a laughing child in an open field,
twirling and leaping, hoping to be seen—
not to boast, but to be loved.
So I dance, I cry, I sing—
not out of striving perfection,
but of pure devotion.
I want to make You proud,
delight You in every action and breath.
Let me raise my voice like a psalm,
move my feet like a river in rhythm with
Your song of joy, and pour out my soul
like incense on Your altar—
knowing that even my
most sincere offering
is only a flicker of
Your infinite upward glory.