Madison Elizabeth, Alter of Books

MADISON ELIZABETH

I’m looking around at all these books on the ground. There’s so much to read, where will it all lead?

Attempting my best to write and respond, Adding to the foreboding bottomless idea pond;

Feeling as though I may never establish truth, Till long past my youth.

Then what will be left? Learning does my living theft!

I’m always so stressed, Just trying to schedule some rest.

How can I even truly remember? Doubt blows hard on my hopes last ember.

Short bursts of joy when I erect an ebenezer, Are my only true breather.

Why am I here with all these books? As I looked at a book, it took the shape of a rock. In shock my eyes were locked. My disbelief mocked, my mouth gawked, My logic was jolted by this unusual act of a book becoming a rock.

Then suddenly amidst this scene, The LORD appeared in all His glory, so serene!

My mind did falter, an idea quite unpalter; My heart was stirred to build an altar.

For worship I must, Though I am but dust.

I need an altar for offering; A way for honoring

The Holy King of my soul, The Creator who made my heart whole.

And looking around, What do I find on the ground?

Only many a book turned rock, Instantly, I regretted my intellect’s mock.

For with what else would I raise adoration But with theological declaration,

In understanding the incarnation? My heart lies prostrate in adoration.

You resist all temptation, Modeling for me obedience’s determination.

You, Jesus, save all creation from desolation, Bringing through your omnipotence the ultimate restoration.

My mind is rejuvenated by revelation, And my soul is sustained by salvation.

All of this is followed with the Spirit’s constant communication, Giving me grace for faithful declaration

Glory, glory, glory, Holy, holy, holy.