rebuild.

YHWH, you are sweet strong arms that have held me so well.
I weep at your beauty, it astounds me. I am in awe of your glory, it humbles me.

Nehemiah worked with his hands and trusted in your words. I want to do the same. I want to rebuild walls and hearts and work my fingers through the soil. I want to stand open faced and in wide eyed wonder, looking toward you. Catch a glimpse of your robe, maybe maybe one day when all the walls are rebuilt and all the hearts are whole I'll look you straight in the face. Right into your eyes and I won't die. I'll live, be more alive than this broken walled world has ever let me be. Yes.

Hakkadosh, you are HOLY OF HOLIES. This city is going to live, live, live. Burn through it, HOLY SPIRIT, burn up the chaff and we will stand naked before you, waiting to be clothed by your righteousness. Ready to let TRUTH escape from our lips, and chase through the city every LIE and every DAMNED deception of old serpent, and destroy them. Every slippery half truth and twisted story and shaded lie, they'll be devoured by the TRUTH and the GLORY of Hashem, the ineffable name. Mighty God, YESHUA.

You have taken my breath away.