How Cries His Heart!

How the great Father of the living
yearns to interject His heaven
into pathetic,
death-bound,
lost hearts of men and women
His Holy Son redeemed with Holy blood.

How from never ending height,
in uncreated light,
the true God, He,
descended
to everlasting depths
of humility
taking from the hands of men
sworn to hollow forms,
the lash, the spit, the scorn,
the despicable cross.

How we smashed and mocked and hated
the only One who ever loved us
and pitied
our sad
our cursed
our wretched state.

And how we despise and mock Him still
each time the slippery self gets the nod
the spear is flung
into His side
and the Word of Life
is trampled in the sludge.

How the Lord of Glory
seeks unceasingly
for men in whom He lives
to happily and quickly and wholly
do His word.

To believe Him more than what we see.
Like little boys and girls whose eyes are filled
with the certainty, the glory
of their father's strength.
With souls that cry out
so much and
so hard and
so loud,
Give me today, my Master, an
'I delight to do Thy will,' heart....
a 'let me please You
let me please You
let me please You,' life.