Never Pull The String

Never Pull The String


Is this the playground that you

And I will dance around. I keep

Walking by sand castles dug deep,

I keep seeing islands from the shore

Wondering if leaving to explore

Would be the best way to getaway

God, do you understand that we

All want to dodge the bullet and

Runaway, trains, planes and

Automobiles, hapless sadness

We want to ride the bus and never

Pull the string, stopping to

Bring more passengers into

The strain of filtering through

Satisfaction reaction and fractions,

We easily dismiss your holy

Request to just be us,

Our sin has us caught in

The resilient bin that stores

It all in and explosion a future

Thought but a pervaded wrought

The hammer nails and if we

Could only win and conquer

Our besetting sin that running

Would no longer be an option,

Facing you would be our

Destination but like lost

Carts in the parking lot

You call us to gather what’s

Been scattered, when we were

Too big for shoots and ladders,

It was then we were pure and

Clean and unhindered to sit

By the fireplace and hear the

Crackling of wood and the

Miracle of water into wine,

It was that table I chose to

Dine, to pay more than

A dime, to exchange before

Life would run me out of

Time, I sit to bend under

Your word, to fight with

The disturbance that will

Penetrate my heart while

I try to sleep, will keep me

Asking for light in the dark,

And in the dark quiet place

Broken bones will be replaced

With wholeness, break room

Breakdowns will someday

Get fixed by hearing that

God is the father to the

Fatherless, and we can’t

Keep running when the pain

Pills run out and we see what

Its all about: leaning into Him,

When we don’t understand,

When our flesh seems overtaken,

It is weak, then strong, then

Together the joints connect

The bones that get us along


At 1 o clock in the morning

He can fix you, in the latest

Hours of the night he can give

You dreams, hold so tight,

Not letting go He will find

A way to grow you in the

The right redemption,

Clean you like a fresh

White napkin at the

Dinner table.


This is fresh and true

This is for me and you.

And you is never ending

I am. And Here I am also.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s