
I…am drunk
Intoxicated
Inebriated
And elated by the Spirit
Fearing the Lord in submission,
I’m in remission from my sinful intuitions
Death…was my destination
But Christ is my restitution
My resurrection
My justification
My redemption
My dispensation of freedom
My vindication
My absolution…The…solution
My breath of life
I’m enamored by His glory
Head over heels by His beauty
Smitten by His holy humanity
Captivated by His mercy
Fascinated by His magnanimity
My inequities are obliterated
He integrated life into my eradication
The destruction of death resulted in my evacuation into heaven
My…Exodus away from Egyptian occupation
I
Am
Free
Swimming in ecstasy
Jesus became me
The Father stepped into humility and walked with humanity
The Spirit turned our insanity into eternity
Oh Israel, He is real
Gentiles appeal at the foot of His sacrificial zeal
Life led Him to reveal
His unabated work in creation
All the while, we’ve wasted His emancipation
We’ve wasted His declaration to the nations…
…That…we are His people
We are His people
We are His sequel post Noah’s rebuild
Yet we’ve settled for comfortable cathedrals and
Sunday to Sunday refuels
Our peripherals only see the we we want to be
Visions of eternity capsize under the fearful seas
Of…ridicule
Our peripherals lead to minuscule identifications of the heavenly’s
If the demons tremble at the sound of He, then why don’t we
We’ve concluded that love is all we need
We’re pleased with seasons of spirit-filled gatherings
And occasional church wide fastings
And dashing for the exits at the first sign of the preachers’ endings
And it’s never ending
Our cycles of depending
On those once in a blue moon moments
Of spiritual revival
And once God rivals our daily survival
We’re back on our cycle
Fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge
Yet fools despise wisdom
Fools despise discipline
Fools…fall in love
Fools wait for love to win
Fools backspin and give in
To the wages of sin
Yet the demons tremble
The demons tremble
The Lord’s voice rumbles
And the demons tremble
The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life
It’s a fountain of renewal
A fountain of eternal reproval
That…He is I Am
I am…drunk
Intoxicated
Inebriated
His voice reverberated through the fabrics of time
And the foundations of my soul were shaken
I’m
Floored in worship
Let everything that has breath praise His Lordship
Praise Him with songs
Praise Him with cymbals
Praise Him beyond our comfortable cathedrals
Praise Him into eternity
Praise Him with holy trembling
Praise Him never ending
Praise Him
Praise Him
Praise
God
Almighty