Your Silence

Your Silence, like ecstasy, fills me.

Enthralls me, causing nauseating empathy.

Because Your words are spoken quietly.

Like sign language that only the heart can see.

It builds in me a surpassing compassion,

Passing all passion for vanity.

Insanity to all who stare and compare me

To their standards unaware of my very testimony.

But if they only truly knew me and what You’ve done for me.

To me, in me, despite me and all my iniquity.

They would understand a man who is broken,

Who chose to stand for the Lamb who was chosen,

To be accused at the stand for the faithless and hopeless.

An emotional token of God’s divine love.

Lead to the slaughter the Lamb remained Silent.

He remained quiet in the midst of the violence.

Accused by riots, condemned by Pilate.

And that is how You speak to us now Lord, Silence.

Yet You are steadily speaking, readily reaching,

Out to the doubters and empowering weaklings.

Their firing ranges and pain raining beatings

Could not defeat the blood of the Lamb who redeemed me.

I Won’t be phased by the many ways they curse me.

I will not fear the mouth of the one who comes to devour.

The resounding sound of their screams may deafen me,

But the power found in Your Silence is louder.

No, I won’t be deterred by the scourging of flesh.

They may burn me to death or cut off my head.

But I’m so truly convinced I am saved by His Name,

And to live is in Christ, and to die is my gain.

So as the storm raged while you slept on the boat.

As You held Your voice after the prophets had spoke.

I will wait on You Lord, as the world turns away.

Meditating on Your words both night and day,

In the Silence, where You speak the loudest.