Iowa City

So I started writing this on my flight home from Iowa City, and I haven't ouched it since, and most likely won't. It's not anything I would normally share with anybody, so I thought I might as well post it on my blog that nobody knows about...

Soaring in on the wings of His sovereignty,
I land in the heat of His fervor,
Welcomed by the hearts of two humble warriors,
The adventure in Iowa begins.
We arrive in Chicago as the great city sleeps,
The upper rooms anticipate our presence.
The pianos wait silently as the guitar
Emerges from its black case of slumber.
The burning hearts of the saints begin to sing,
Along with the reverberating metal chords.
Darkness falls instantly and the fans are immediately silenced,
Bringing still, hot wetness and the flicker of a few flames.
Light seeps in through the colors of stained glass,
Outlining images of worship,
While the high, domed ceiling
Fails to withold from Him our praises.
Swollen hearts beat together as He listens to our petitions-
These jars of clay need strength.
The dawn awakens us soldiers
From a night of restless sleep.
Our anticipation is lifted up in prayer
As we prepare for the battle ahead.
Every step of our journey
Hits the pavement with purpose,
Our eres and hearts alert,
Ready to recieve His whispers.
Courage and peace take the place of fear
As His words leave our lips.
Beautiful are our feet, which find themselves in Iowa once again,
This time running to the beat of prayerful hearts.
Our heavy, damp clothes,
Conforming to the shapes of these temples-
We are one body, His body,
And we train in His righteousness.

If I were to someday finish it, it would go through a lot of revising, and it would be a lot longer. I was going to include certain impactful memories with idividuals, such as morning runs, thunderstorms, marks of prayer, stairwells, painting, and melodies, but the memories remain unwritten. Iowa City was incredible, and nothing I can say can really express how thankful I am to have gone. It was an incredible blessing...