How
shall I speak of such a grace?
I
would look into eyes of fire I would gaze upon His face
For
everything my heart desires Is found within this place
How
shall I speak of such a grace?
I
would have you open up the eyes of my blind heart
Heal
them with the touch of grace your tears alone impart
So I
might cry the tears of Christ and partake of His pain
The
fellowship of suffering where losses become gain..
This
intimate compassion
This
intimate compassion
This
intimate compassion Of the Son of Man.
My
kinsman is the kindred spirit I
have sought so long
He’s
now my holy husband and my wedding
ring’s a song
My
redeemer, my goel, my covenant sacrifice
The
stigmata of our union is a life laid down in Christ
In
intimate communion
In
intimate communion
In
intimate communion With the Son of Man..
How
shall I speak of such a grace?
How
shall I tell you of the presence and the place
Where
In Christ we may enter in and gaze upon His face?
How
shall I speak of such a grace?
You
know its nothing physical or mystical or mean
It’s
like my souls been gutted like a fish that’s being cleaned.
A
pouring out libation that’s a fragrance in God’s head
Where
the absence of his presence means being better off dead…
I
would stand alone in silence in the beating of the wings
Of
the hosts of heaven and the witness that the silence sings.
I
would stay there but for glory and the stark reality
That
living in this world’s been sanctified so I am free…
In
intimate communion
In
intimate compassion
In
Christ, Of Christ and through Christ
As I
live and move and breath Him into me…
Anthony
Foster
June
17, 2002
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