Where the Wild God Walks

A Cry from the Wilderness to the Heart of the Father

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This Psalm is inspired by the article:

The Day Between: When All Hope Seemed Gone

O God of the untamed mountains,
the wind in the cedars sings Your name.
I have heard You in the thunder,
but it was the silence between the storms that undid me.

You are no tame lion.
You roam the wild places where I once feared to go
and still, still You call me out,
not to safety,
but to You.

You did not die to make me manageable.
You died to make me alive.
Truly, wildly, ruinously alive.

O Jesus,
when You stood at the edge of the Jordan,
the river knew You.
The sky tore open and the Spirit flew like a wild dove
and I swear the earth shuddered in awe.
And all of hell knew
the Son has come.

What kind of King comes without armies,
without thrones,
without demands
just fierce love in His eyes
and a voice that cuts chains like fire on rope?

You found me not in the cathedral,
but in the wreckage.
Not in the polished prayer,
but in the groaning I was too ashamed to speak.

You found me in the ruin of my own making
and whispered,
“This isn’t the end.
I make all things new.”

Oh God, my God,
I don’t want safety anymore.
Give me the edge of Your robe,
the scent of Your coming,
the echo of Your laughter down the ridgeline.

Let me bleed if I must.
Let me fall if it means I fall into You.

Break every domesticated chain they tried to drape on You.
Tear the veil, tear the script
and write my name in the wilderness
where Your voice is fire
and the ground itself waits for Your steps.

I will not shrink back.
Not now.
Not with Your blood still wet on the mercy seat.

You are the Wild One
the Good One
the Lion whose breath wakes the dead.

And You have called me son.

May this penned psalm strengthen your faith! God is with us, and He is always faithful.