What I Need

I need to know you are (fully free)
more committed to the truth
than you are to me. My lips,
do they (in their most ripeness),
my hands (in their most gentlest),
my eyes (in their most confident
irises that say everything oceans can),
do they move your soul
more than the whole
heaven full of gold?

Would you (consider it sold)
be willing to put heaven (on hold)
out of commission, even the great,
because of some second-rate
coupon-clipping, get an instant rebate,
comfortable, safe, painless, touchless
dream that is a flat as warm week-old soda?
Colored corn syrup
just ain't what they used to make
in glass bottles, believe me
I used to believe
it would satisfy my thirst.

I need to know something
greater than me comes first
that you see Him in me
and me in Him
oh this One of greatest worth
that I am electrified by,
characterize my
inner man;
a lover learning
how to host, yes,
God on a heart-throne
(Bone of my bone)
that no one has ever seen
or known
until this fresh moment
(now flesh of my flesh)
when you see Him in on over me.

Two lamps talking in light,
luminescing in conversation
the darkness cannot comprehend
but only pretend
but only pretend
and spend all its time talking
to no one because
darkness has always been
about isolation, lonely people
are people that can't see
or be seen. Really
what can you see if you can't
see Him in me?

In the Light
we fellowship for free
but in darkness it costs us everything.
Even beyond what is ours,
losing the inheritance
for which we are given charge.
Oh the generations,
how they need you to see
the (in me) Immanuel reality
more than just a spell
of speech and dreams and beauty
what things are subject
to constant change.

How vast are His judgements.
How unsearchable are His ways.
Who can know the mind of God?
But we have the mind
of His Beloved Son.