So this is my second blog this week. You poor things! Lol…
It’s a poem I meant to post earlier but forgot to bring with me. It’s about a topic brought up by pastor Bob and later reiterated by Jason, one of our leaders here: potential. They both told me (Bob used a well, Jason used a dam as a metaphor) that they see this overflowing about to start. Of what? Only the Lord knows.
If this were just a “yay me” revelation I’d keep it to myself. But what has been on my mind a lot lately is the idea of blockage. What blocks me from reaching higher for God? What holds me back? Even more so, what may be holding you (the reader/whatever lonely soul finds this via cyberspace) back from living life inundated with God’s joy, power and grace? Even those who know Jesus still have to choose everyday to live life with their thoughts and heart centered on him and his wisdom. It’s easy to talk about….hard to carry out.
So without further ado, my little ditty. I will translate the Spanglish :). As a completely random side note, I will probably post pictures up here during Christmas time or a little sooner. Thank you all for your support!
The Well
Well, hidden deep
En el bosque de mi corazon
You’re deep, dark and moldy
Pero alguien te quiere sacar el agua.
What lies in your cobblestone walls
Aparte del polvo y las aranas?
Who wants to draw the bucket
Aparte de el quien te llena con el agua de vida?
Will you sit in the secret meadow
En el bosque de mi corazon
Until he comes?
Mira, aqui viene!
Or will you overflow
Con la inundacion que viene de los nubes
That fill the sky around you
Y derraman la lluvia de arrepentimiento?
The drip, drop, drip, drop
Del agua que cae del bote
Reminds me you’re there,
Esperando con paciencia.
TRANSLATION:
Well, hidden deep
In the forest of my heart,
You’re deep, dark and moldy,
But someone wants to draw water from you.
What lies inside you
Apart from dust and spiders?
Who wants to draw the bucket
Other than He who fills you with living water?
Will you sit in the secret meadow
In the forest of my heart
Until He comes?
Look, he’s on his way!
Or will you overflow
With the flood that comes from the clouds
That fill the sky around you
And pour out the rain of repentance?
The drip, drop, drip, drop
Of the water that falls from the bucket
Reminds me you’re there,
Waiting patiently.
