The Sleeve...

I was hidden away in a small smokey room, playing honestly... it was pretty rough. But i shut my eyes tight and i directed the lyrics to the corresponding faces in my mind. I was speaking to friends, old girlfriends, family... God. It was good for me. 

So the night runs it's course and i find myself packing it in early. "Don't ruin your voice by singing through it." Walking out to my car i put up all my gear. And the drive home started like any other. Then, out of the invisible sleeve of the night, Your hand moved and i was amazed. I remembered that the WHOLE EARTH is filled with glory. With reminders and signs of power, and i felt so small. But what i could hardly wrap my mind around was the fact that You were speaking to me and setting up those earlier moments in the midst of that tiny, smokey, insignificant room, when outside was this massive world and even it shoes but a fraction of Your vastness. It seems to be a display of power that You could even spin those moments around me without affecting anyone else when i'm so small to you. Not insignificant, but undoubtedly small.

"...cry to heaven when i miss, to ne'er forget creation's kiss."

That sleeve covers it up sometimes, but i don't want to forget how intimate this process is again.