Beginning To Feel

My first blog.

What to write... well here goes.

Majesty
As i utter that word a holiness falls
a beauty unsurpassed by anything mortal eyes can see.
A beauty felt
A beauty lived
Majesty
As i utter that word i praise
As i utter that word i fail
I fall miserably before the highest seat
Yet from atop the highest heights... he comes down
Among the filth
Among the hate
Among the real
He chose to sit
Not to stand amongst
but to bow to those who would sell him
Silver and gold
Lions and the lamb
Perfection and profanity
The king.

Jesus our lord and savior walked upon us not as king but as a servant, he became the lowest of the already so low. How could one who washed the feet of many so small, be anything but perfection.

For me... Lord... i am ever grateful and although i may not show it all the time, although i fall... i fall to you lord.
I know you know...
And that's the beauty of you
YOU know...
Not only what i have done... what i will do...
You have read the novel of my life seen the horror, the comedy, and the tragedy and chosen to finish the story.
At every moment of my life... you loved.
For this my almighty host
I am ever grateful.