Thursday, May 5, 2016

תַּרְדֵּמָה

תַּרְדֵּמָה
For Pastor Trapp, 
Who made the old testament
come alive for me.

I know that this
terrible storm
is my fault.

I know what
I need to do
to fix it.

I just can't
take the
jump.

Innocent lives
will be lost because
of me.

Strangers try
to save me
even so.

I just can't
take the
jump.

They must
throw me over
or be lost,

But they become
your people
because

I just can't
take the
jump.

Again and again
you send me
to do your will.

Again and again
I run
the other way.

I just can't
take the
jump.

You redirect me,
you drag me
to my purpose.

I sulk,
I drag my feet,
I grumble.

I just can't
take the
jump.

But again,
despite my failure
to comply

a whole city
is saved by a king
who obeys you.

I just can't
take the
jump.

I desire destruction,
loathe forgiveness,
refuse to repent.

I slink away in anger
feeling like a fool
and I am one,

I just can't
take the
jump.

All of your grace
all of your mercy
all of your power

Abundantly evident,
you try to teach me
but still I rebel.

I just can't
take the
jump.

My heart is
in tardemah
unable to wake to you.

Would only that
it be my soul instead,
at peace

So that I
could take the
jump.


                            
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