"There is a river flowing swiftly
whose streams make glad Jerusalem
the holy place where martyrs worship
the Kingdom where the Most High dwells

now is the time to strip away
where strongholds fall like cracking clay

where hard hearts are steeped in mercy
for the glory of His Name"

If you ceased to love me
I should die
I’d shrivel like a slug in a salt shower
I’d curl up like a frightened roly-poly
I feared my heart was petrified
a hopeless waste of stone
for the last few years I’d traveled
were the strangest this heart’s known
but you came in like a whisper
umbrella’d me with joy
planted flowers in my spirit
and—
You are a rhyme with no beginning
who can’t be summed into and end
You Are who You Are and will be
with whom no darkness contends