glory glory

 

“Show me Your glory,” I sang.
From the depths of my soul, I craved Him
Or so I assumed.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I asserted.
And went to religion with pick and shovel as a gold miner
Seeking his fortune.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I maintained.
Perseveringly. Determined. I exerted to find the interior,
Desiring the depths, diligently digging.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I labored
With Moses as my guide, I prayed his prayer, yet expected no more than a
Peek of God’s spine from within a cleft.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I echoed
In the caverns of empty toil and self-motivated deeds.
Flecks of splendor left me parched, lethargic and fatigued.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I cried,
Groping as a blind man for reason in darkness, going deeper
Without turning to see the Light.

 

“Show me Your glory,” I gasped
Pressing lips to the dust, I weakened, still, breathless, and quiet.
Diminished. Depleted. Deactivated.

 

Hush. Hush. Hush.

 

“Be silent, all flesh before the Lord, for He is aroused from His holy habitation.”

 

Selah.

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He breathed
As a soft up-welling swept my very soul breezing away the veil
Allowing me to inhale my first deep draught.

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He wept.
No more are you like Moses with his Adam-life, cowering, hiding, striving
To brief a glimpse of Me.”

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He comforted,
“The day of many ways and many portions terminated when My Son arrived
To pour Light into the darkness of death.”

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He reassured,
“My Spirit now bears witness directly with your spirit, imbedding You with My God-Receptor,
Tuning you into My specific God-frequency.”

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He rejoiced,
“With unveiled face come — stare directly into My Face. No longer cower in the crevice.
Rivet your eyes to brilliance, excellence, and worth.”

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He sang.
“The Kingdom of God is within you, alive, operational, energetic, active, and pulsing
With every beat of your heart.”

 

“I’ve shown You My glory,” He importuned,
This is My ultimate desire for you and My constant prayer since I groaned it
First in Gethsemane.”

 

Faith. Faith. Faith.

 

“A man is not justified by the works of the Law but through faith in Christ Jesus.”

 

Selah.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I testify.
Not fully, but in part. At times mirror-dim, at times
Diamond-brilliant.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I amaze,
Word generated into flesh, yet dwelling among us with luminescent glory,
Full of grace and truth.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I gasp,
Gazing with wide-open eyes at His remarkable countenance, realizing we are transformed into
A faint copy of the One upon Whom we stare.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I contemplate.
Far better than the present, with its trials, hindrances, distractions, diversions,
Entertainment and continued temptations.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I tremble
How precious are Your thoughts toward us, O God!
How vast the sum of them.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I falter.
Radiant enough to uphold with power. Powerful enough to scale with depth.
Deep enough to grant with richness.

 

“I’ve seen His glory,” I stammer.
Crystal, transparent, flawless, brilliant, incorruptible….indescribable.
Awe-struck and speechless — I stand before Him.

 

Glory. Glory. And more Glory.

 

“Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He shall dwell among them, and they shall be His people and God Himself shall be among them. Come and I will show you the bride, the wife of the Lamb, having the glory of God.”

 

Selah.

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