poetry

To understand the language of the exposed…

/ jill autrey dorman
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It is a gift from God to understand the language of the exposed.

To read in someone’s eye and body the plea to not be condemned.

Let it be known that those who show Mercy shall obtain mercy.

The Holy who is named Mercy sees the hearts of all men.

For the outcast and diseased, the addicted’s endless need.

He is The One who really sees, He is the one who takes the lead.

His spoken Word will heal and satisfy the longing soul.

It is the Love of God who understands the language of the exposed.

The wind blowing all around me

I hear Him speak to me

He is sure of exactly what to say

In the language of Eternity

There you go

/ jill autrey dorman
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There you go down that road that leads to the same old pain.

Now you can only travel solo but there’s nothing you will gain.

This life you lead is yours to seize and no one can do it for you.

There you go behind your wall hiding all your clues

You shout because you cannot be brave and now you lose.

There you go again and I feel nothing now your gone.

it would be a lie…

/ jill autrey dorman

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It would be a lie to say I have always been honest.

I thought a time or two about moving on when we were young,

when I did not value the promise.

The Grace Covenant that covered forever our offenses to God,

now established in His Mercy removed any fear that you would hurt me.

While it is true, we cannot fully know another person,

staying with you was more than worth it.

I hope this is a comfort to you, as it is to me, as we round this last bend.

If I could I would choose to stay with you again.

Looking for the pretty notes…

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear

that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.

No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.

No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.

I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet

The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…

Through the dirty city mist…

/ jill autrey dorman

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He didn’t walk away from me  at Calvary

so I know he will never abandon me here.

I approach you my King without dread or fear.

To your Throne I am drawn which is adorned with your Grace

though the dirty city mist tries to fog my eyes and face

but I know these lies  are not true

so I choose to continue to worship You!

Won’t Be Long

/ jill autrey dorman
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Round and round the evil spins

traps young girls and kills young men

There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.

Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,

It’s been too long, it’s been too long.

The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,

can’t be long, it can’t be long.

Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,

It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

Our study roofs are crumbling…

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We always thought we could protect our children

we know God will provide each need.

Now we are called to walk through dark times

to stand in what we believe.

Our sturdy roofs are crumbling it seems

but what if a better view is in the stars now overhead?

I will take the hand of Jesus by Faith

as he leads us home His way instead.

 

 

Another Hard Goodbye

/ jill autrey dorman

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I have held you from the beginning

Your  innocence is a healing balm

Your laughter makes the world all right

Your smile gives peace and calm

 

 

You will not remember these infant days

When I rocked you in my arms

You will never know how you saved me

after my Mom was gone

 

 

I will not see you everyday

But you will still be my sunrise

I see your Mama in your face

and my Savior in your eyes

 

Wayfaring

/ jill autrey dorman

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The way I see the colors

got no good reason to hide.

Where the sky and sea collide

the Sunrise is on the other side.

I will die a wanderer in a foreign land.

Listen to the Living Water calling me home.

That  living call bids me Come, for sure

down to the River edge

flowing so rich and pure!