Not sure that this falls into any official category of writing... perhaps a song or spoken word. At any rate I didn't want to change it from the way it is.
You may recognize the last portion from Counting Crow's "Anna Begins"
Grasping For Expression
I remember filling up and falling down to my knees
When Your love anew came over me
Gasping for air and grasping for expression
Long after I was born again
Desperate, frustrated and trying to earn it
Inadvertently, I almost spurned it
Till Your love cascaded over me
And finally…through me
Like bathing in a lightfall
Step down from golden throne through stars?
To take on flesh and pain .. be marred?
To feel the sting of broken nature
I cannot but worship this humble posture
Not just forgive but love your enemies?
Pray for the religious, rebellious murderer?
Touch the leper, comfort the prostitute
And even forgive the one who prostituted her?
You would heal
Malchus’ ear
So that he could hear
You say, “Permit even this”
How deep, how wide, how long, how high
Is this love? Four
dimensions –
A hint, perhaps, that it is beyond comprehension
And beyond condition – but not beyond the malnutrition
Of our starved and thirsty heart.
It takes both a father and a mother’s heart
To fully express how kind “Thou art”
To take back a wayward child
Though proud, rebellious and wild
Not even a lecture to hear?
No.
Just an embrace… .and a tear.
What love is this?
This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away.
And He begins to change my mind.
His kindness bangs a gong,
Its moving me along
And Oh Lord,
I’m so ready for this sort of thing
