Paradox

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On my knees, I lift my hands to heaven

My face down and shielded from overwhelming glory,

I yearn to be closer to it.

Unbearable, unbreakable, unmistakable;

This is the love

This is the glory

This is the power and awe

That I can't live without.

And this is the Paradox.

Tears stream down my face

Because I couldn't be happier in this moment.

I am singing in a voice

Hoarse from singing and yelling

Strained and shaky from crying

And I know it has never sounded more beautiful

Because I'm singing for

Unbearable

Unbreakable

Unmistakable

Glory

The tears that have stained my face

Have removed all my attempts at outward perfection

My skin is not flawless, my hair not straight

And, amid all of my insecurities,

I don't care

Because I know that in this moment I am more beautiful

Than ever before

The joy on my face

And the hope in my heart

And the fact that I am convinced

That my savior loves me unconditionally.

And this is the paradox.

I am filled with the unbearable, unbreakable, unmistakable

Presence of God

I can't bear it, but I can't bear to let go

And this is the paradox.

I am weaker than ever

I keel to the king, but I don't know if I am able to stand.

And in this moment, I feel better than ever.

I know I have never been stronger.

Though I have given myself completely up

I have never been more of me.

And this is the paradox.

I am no longer fearful of death

And look forward to the day when I will see my Lord's face

I have never been more eager to live.

And this is the paradox.

And that is the paradox.

And God is the Paradox.

The things too great for human comprehension

Are the things that make up God

God is so great

So above imagination

Those things we think are opposites

He can be instantaneously

So though it seems impossible,

We worship in opposites

And draw closer to glory

On my knees, I lift my hands to heaven.

And faith is the paradox.