foolish

napping on rocks hoping just one will be tough enough to draw out a dream,

a fool hath said in his heart “there is no God,”
and i have slept on winding trails
following a fool’s words;

napping on rocks
hoping just one will be tough enough
to draw out a dream,

but heaven doesn’t sleep in rocks
nor do winding trails unlock
the heart of God for us.

no, friend, “the fool hath said,”
and i swallowed whole his words 
written in patterns 
of streets and cars
of malls and shops
of books and songs
of candy and cough drops,

oh, that foolish word
spoken over me
wrapped within my infancy
when i was blind to influencing,
innocently incubating a foolish song 
“neither right nor wrong;”
a fool’s game played a fool’s way,
a foolish dance on a foolish stage.

no, my God, i will no longer play, 
enticing unbelief, toying 
with half-veiled authenticity.

no, i am not a fool to You,
nor am i created to be,
but i am blood, i am body,
i am spirit and soul,
wounded and made whole;
fooled by the foolishness of fool-proof words,
a foolish face to fools
but no fool to the truth,
a fool full of the fullness of You;
and if i am foolish it’s of benefit to You and you,

and if i seem foolish now
it’s only a dream of heaven
breaking open in flesh unveiling, 
bread broken, unleavened,
no, it doesn’t bleed from rocks
nor lead through winding trails,
but as clouds rend, a voice once spoken
now opens over me, and i bend in praise
to the foolish One who says,

“this is My beloved son, 
in whom I’m well pleased.”

if i am a fool, Lord, then i am a fool for Thee.