the Laver

It was in your face in mine
when I kissed Grace for the very first time
the cause for which we dance
the searching, stretching, daily romance

We looked into the laver
endearing traits that fade over time
the time, it passed in spaces that we couldn't understand
and where we went,
well, it wasn't in the plan
but we return, and see Him again

We suppose the maidens are craving their mirrors be returned
so that they can stare into their own eyes again
but I imagine their near repenting of that sin
And when we return to the temple,
we return again as priests.

We minister to the King and He has called us kings.
We minister to the sheep, and they are ever wandering...
like us.

So today we thought to ask,
what we never thought to ask before,
for fear that they answer would bring our grace obsolete,
when we travel far from Thee,
do you wander also and others seek?
Or does your love stand as a solid flame?

Staring still into the laver,
until we see Your eyes,
we are reminded-the planets, the stars,
and all the waters of the oceans,
are not as precious as our soul,
there size does not make them greater,
just like our experience does not make us greater
but faith.

For the eyes of the LORD move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His. You have acted foolishly in this. Indeed, from now on you will surely have wars. 2 Chronicles 16:9