Brightness Of The Expanse

He came that you would have life In him you live, move, and have your being Do you not see? He wants to have pleasure through you He wants you to play in his surf He yearns to climb his trees He wants the pleasure of good food He wants to make babies through you All things are for his good pleasure Is that so much to ask? That you would have joy? So what if it sometimes hurts to love? Is not the wonder of love greater? Let him gaze at his stars Let him reach out and touch himself In you, in me, in him and her Let him create through you Let him heal through you Let him raise the dead through you Let him display his splendor in you Treasures in earthen vessels Brothers to the Son Who is God in the flesh His handiwork, his body His hands and feet in creation Out of the grave Out of the Holy of Holies Out of the belly: rivers of living water He is in you Let him out! Let your light shine, let yourself live Naked and unashamed in the garden they were Clothed only in glory Shame is nailed to a tree Life himself is off the tree Love himself is out of grave And in you To shine Like the brightness of the expanse Through you Out into all creation Stephen Pursell, 9/04