Disciple

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Love
is His seed planted upon your lips by my own lips.
It is a seed I will water each day with a fresh new kiss,
with the waters of eternal devotion.
The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Time
is his breath behind my sail,
for time without you is time spent praying alone to god,
and time with you is time spent thanking God
for bringing you to me.

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Freedom
is His whispering herald,
for freedom is yours alone, and you have shown me how to hear it,
so that every time I am alone, I hear it calling me
through the trees, in the streams, in the breeze,
in the way that people smile at me and break the bubble of my solitude,
and I hear it when it sits in the crowds and asks me to recite the creed of my soul.

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Patience
is the steed that He gave me to carry me to you.
And though it is as slow and as stubborn as an ass,
it shows me the humility which I need so that
I may say to God, “Let Your will be done, not mine.”

The Spirit of the Lord lives in my breast,
why should I fear?

Longing
is the cross that I must bear.
And though longing for you might be the crucifixion of my heart,
it will be what separates my soul from my body,
what separates me from my mind,
so that through my longing for you,
I may discover how it feels
to long for God.