|BREAK KING POINT|
A prophet once told me that we are all parts of a ship.
With the seers in the crows nest warning of what's next.
All apostles at the helm holding steady the course.
While the pastors feed the sailors and supervise the chores.
Teachers read the compass and navigate with stars and planets.
Evangelists are the first on land to make contact with the natives.
This man is the reinforced bow of a glacier crushing ship.
Charging the unexplored with his voice ascending at the tip.
I can hear the ripping of tundra fissures splitting crevasses on the plain
Making pathways in the uninhabitable and striking the big blue blood filled vein.
We can add new lands to the map if we can bring the witnesses there.
To scout the terrifying mystery and build a camp to prepare.
For the last great voyage to learn and love uncharted God.
Press violently into the great black hidden until we can make out shapes in the dark.
You are a torch in the hand of Holy Spirit overcoming shadows in the labyrinth.
Screaming fearlessly towards the more until the bats and snakes all scatter.
Lead us in barbaric Jericho shouts to rout our enemies.
But not with strength of the horse and sword, we will win this war from our knees.
Your voice would be flawless if it wasn't laced with a black thread of lilted pain.
From tasting the spoils and then recoiling to the lesser lands from where we came.
This general would never ask a man to take a land that he hasn't already bled on.
But would selflessly let them feast on the plunder that even he has not yet fed on.
One day you will transcend like Enoch in the middle of your song.
You will be enveloped by truths that had been elusive to you, but you knew in theory all along.
You will see the face, you will kiss the lips and not like glory passing by.
It will stay and rest inside of your chest and endue you with power from on high.
Begin your secret friendship before death makes it common.
Take the singing bridal children into the lovers chamber room.
Strip away all the good things until all that's left is the giver.
And dance with Him there where the gift gets shared in the endless heavenly river.
Poem by ~ @spokenworlds @jacobisraelcook