In the Presence - Andy Stinson

Here, in the perfection of your presence

My prison of pain seems dim and distant.

Here, in the beauty of your holiness

Worldly wounds don’t seem to matter

As a poultice of praise eases ailments

And pushes problems to the periphery

 I try to forget my anger and rage;

The injustice, injury and tears.

Here, I hear your voice

An insistent whisper calling me ever closer

Saying, ‘Come my love’

‘Bring your burdens, your wounds and your worries.’

Here, heaven touches earth

And grace gravitates me towards you.

Created to creator; Wounded to healer; Child to Father.

Here, hurt finds healer,

Sin finds redeemer.

I find the problems I tried to leave on the outside

Here, in the bright light of your love

Let boundaries blur

The here and there dissolve

Let problems resolve

May the presence of God be found in the pain

 Felt in the flames

May the healer set us free.