The bridge, the door and the rest

Shortly after the very beginning,
When we first arrived
The fist man made creation took its place
It was called "a gap", a space that separated creator from creation, farther from sons, groom from bride, first born from brothers, God from his beloved man.

The gap was destructive, lead to all sorts of atrocities and prisons within one's own mind, body, attitudes, actions and emotions. Our elders knew well. They tried to break it, and succeeded... but only for a moment, only to have it recreate itself soon after.

But He missed me. He determined that nothing would ever get in the way of His love for us anymore. So He sent His son, the one for whom my heart beats faster and whom's face I could stare and surrender to forever, to come and create a bridge! A bridge that crossed over the gap we created, and a bridge that could never be broken or undone. The problem? In order to meet my father and my beloved, I need to cross the bridge, over the scary gap that lies underneath. The wonderful solution? He crosses the bridge, and nocks on the door of my heart set right at the end of it. He takes me by the hand and takes me all the way over.

I lift up my eyes unto the hills from where came my salvation, and made me rest on green pastures. Behind me lies the valley of the shadow of death from which He pulled me out of, and today I live in the strong tower of His word and his name. Because I am my beloveds and He is mine. All my love is for Him for He is deserving, and loving and beautiful. Because He is sweet when I don't want him to be. Because He listens, cares and answers better than I expected Him to. Because He is always available for me, and the door to His heart is never closed to me. I am yours my love, my heart has no choice upon the sight of your face, and the sound of your voice.

Jesus no barco

Era o vai e vem constante das ondas batendo contra o exterior do caiaque,
Era o vento mudando nossa direção,
Era os peixes-voadores e as águas-vivas,
Era uma companhia maravilhosa e uma conversa fantástica
Era Jesus pra cá, Jesus pra lá, Jesus aqui, agora.
Ele estava, está e virá!
Ele sempre se mostra para quem o quer e o busca de todo coração.

Say something...

How can I describe a one so sweet?
How can I describe an ocean's deep?

How do I begin to conversate?
How do I begin, right now, so late?

How do I rebuild a bridge that's broken,
When you don't care to keep its door opened?

It hurts, and I sleep in pain.
I want to speak, but in my attempt
I'm drained, with little to no retribution.

Rapid vows, fast connection,
A need to feed one's crave for attention.

How could I possibly let it go?
My heart is tangled, it needs to know,
That those who give can always do so
If they are wise so, past the snow,
will still have enough to feed and grow.

I give you a little, you give me some back
That way, our love will be always intact.