words

I wonder and I do not know.  Why do I not write more?  Or why do I write at all?

What to do and what to say?  And who am I to write?  And who are you to read?  And we are nothing apart from Him.

I look for inspiration to write, I search for words.  I find none.  And yet, inspiration to laugh and love does come and inspiration to Hope, well, that is certainly here as well.  Yes, Hope certainly lives amongst us here.

And what are words beyond laughter and love?  What is ever written of value greater then Hope?

John 1:1,14 ~  And in the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God . . . and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us and we saw His glory.

And the words don't come, yet the Word has already come and the Word dwells among us.

And who am I that the Word would come here and dwell amongst me, and be near me and that the Word would indwell within me?

I do not know, I do not know what I am apart from the Word that dwells within me and around me.  I do not know because surely there is nothing to know, there is nothing to know apart from the knowledge of Him.

And the words do not come . . .

But, the Word did come all those years ago and the Word wrapped Himself in flesh, the same as me.

And the Word indwells in me and flows forth as living water.

The Word wrapped in flesh all those years ago and today the Word abides in me encased in my skin, my flesh.

And now do you see?  You see, the same as me?

The words do come, for certainly the Word has already come and He wrapped Himself the same as me ~

Word wrapped the same,
  Word that certainly became,
- the flesh wrapped Word - that bore all my shame,
His beautiful face, their (my) whips would mame,
  Why the Word would be wrapped the same?
These questions, my limited mind can not subdue nor tame,
  Nor can I these words of gratitude contain

So, the Word within
  Who bore all my sin,
And willingly lives within my skin,
  All praise be to Him,
He Who now abides in this ugly skin.

The words do come because the Word did come and therein lies Hope.  Hope in the Word.

Hope in a new day where deaf ears will hear this chorus of praise and no mouth goes hungry, nor hand lays empty.

Hope in the Word that sleeping spirits soon awake and soar, Hope in the Word that broken hearts will lay whole in the palm of the Word.

Hope in the Word for all we need and for all we are ~ for the Word did come and He wrapped Himself in flesh that would be ripped from the back that bore all the sin and yet, those strips of flesh would only reveal the Light.

Light that would dawn eternally bright,
  and the encroaching night
must bend trembling knee before His might.

And the Word is here and the Word is amongst us, do you hear Him?

Quiet now, and listen.  The Word is here.