Meshugge for my Mashiach

Musing

Mourning into dancing
Sorrow into joy
You’re turning me back to you again
And it’s so sweet...

“Like the sweet drippings of the honeycomb
Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

You let the prodigals run home,
and satisfy us with your love
till all of you is more than enough
for every thirst and every need

Beauty for ashes...

I am ruined,
for my eyes have seen your glory
your presence has passed before me
and left me trembling and cold

Who am I, and what is my family
that you, Elohim, take notice of me?

As the deer pants for water,
so my soul longs for you...

One thing I ask, this is what I seek–
that you, in your mercy,
would turn your countenance toward me,
that I may gaze upon your beauty
till I see myself in the apple of your eye,
till you see your heart in mine.

I will not die but live
and proclaim, with my very being,
what Adonai has done.

Barukh HaShem

posted by Handmaiden @ 11:30 am