Bend

I want to be like the prophets
The ones who lived on the edge of this reality -
Peering out into the eternal worlds beyond.
Only coming back long enough to tell of what they'd seen.

I want to be like a kite -
Held down to the earth by the hands of Jesus
And soaring high into the sky on the winds of
His Spirit.
Dancing for Him in the Heavens.
Held to His heart by the earth.

I want to be like a siren -
Calling the lost sailors to come home.
I want to tell them what it's like
To lay down their ambitions
And listen awhile to the shore and the sea.

I want to be like Mother Teresa -
Living on the edge of society -
Calling back to them to lay down their
Pride and the cages 'round their mind
And come and learn from the poor.

I want to be like Silas -
Singing with Paul in the jail cell hole.
Calling out to another reality
More real than life itself
And bringing earthquakes up from the Deep.

I want to be like my mother -
Waking before the dawn and calling out for wisdom.
Pointing her sails straight north and
Following the Spirit
Toward home.

I want to be like Rich Mullins -
Singing his swan songs to the religious masses.
They didn't understand a word he said
But they knew he had something they wanted.
If only they'd had the courage to meet him beyond the
Border.

I want to be like Misty Edward -
Dreaming about eternity since birth.
Singing out to her Lover year after year
With no one to hear and no one to see
And no one to understand the depth of her
Desire.

I want to be like Jesus -
So connected to His Father's heart
That He stepped out of every single box
They ever tried to put Him in.
And followed the Voice to the
Cross.

I want to be like a tree -
Blown and tossed by the wind.
So that the invisible becomes visible
When you see how it makes me
Bend.