Picture Frames

I look at you in a simple picture, and still it’s strange.

I know your smile but it’s your heart and soul that fills the frame.

My hope is still the same.

Your hope instilled remains.

I still be sitting still,

We on some "build" until it change.

So till the stillness wanes,

Fill up where fulfillment reigns.

The Teacher still fulfilling,

Read Him feeding hills and plains.

Healing these ills and pains.

Living water kills the flames.

Building His kingdom come,

And revealing His children’s names.

I look at you in a bigger picture of space and time.

I know your smiling face, I’m grateful when it’s facing mine.

Can’t say my faith is blind.

I pray we make Him shine.

I seen His Fingerprints retrace and orchestrate the signs.

He said your name is Dia.

He said my name is Knight.

He said, “Now, Knight and Dia,

Trust Me and I’ll frame it right.”

His Hand is plain in sight,

Even in the faintest light.

I still remember witnessing your Spirit’s flame ignite!

Can’t quite explain it, right?

You confessed He paid the price.

Then came up out that water radiantly blazing bright!

I look at you in a present picture of Here & Now.

So when you’re sad or scared in need of prayer, the Spirit’s How!

I’m here to hear you out,

Near and dear’s what we’re about.

Intention, patience and consistency in fear and doubt.

I look at you in our pictures and be like, “Look at you!”

Can’t even fathom or imagine what it took to do!

Our Master Architect perfected what was ours to wreck.

Two lives that once collided coincide in all respects.

Can't quite at all connect?

Pray it up and call collect.

He’ll take the charges every time, our lines are all direct!

The trek is treacherous, perspective shifts it all correct.

The Spirit’s clearing brush, no need to rush, just fall in step.

I look at us in a page of scripture and picture Him!

Stripped of His garments, our stripes upon Him, we’re stripped of sin!

Scars speak, I’m in awe of all, His call is deep.

Drawn sheep into His perfect arms to always keep.

Prayers as you fall asleep.

That’s what I call complete.

Just rest the best you’ve ever slept,

God bless and all is sweet.