Eggardon Hill
Lanier Ivester is a homemaker and writer in the beautiful state of Georgia, where she maintains a small farm with her husband, Philip, and an ever-expanding menagerie of cats, dogs, sheep, goats, chickens, ducks, and peacocks. She studied English Literature at the University of Oxford, and her special areas of interest include the intersection of Christianity and art, the sacramental nature of everyday life, and the truth-bearing witness of the imagination. For over a decade she has kept a web journal at lanierivester.com, and her work has also been featured on The Rabbit Room, Art House America, The Gospel Coalition, and The Cultivating Project, among others. She has lectured across the country on topics ranging from the meaning of home to the integration of faith and reason, and in both her writing and her speaking she seeks to honor the holy longings of a homesick world.
Every Beauty
Think of the world the Lord has made
As if it were a lover’s bouquet
Held out just to make the heart of God
Plain in every beauty that you see
Every star in the sky
Every kind look in someone’s eyes
He is calling out to you
Through the good things he’s speaking through
Maybe a there’s a story that you’ve heard
That opened up an aching in your heart
Where something like a light behind a door
Has made it through the cracks to where you are
There’s a lump in your throat
And the tears come to your surprise
Like there’s someplace that you belong
With someone who loved you all along
BRIDGE
Every heart born on earth, Is so thirsty to be loved
But every heart gets so beat up, Till it’s lost out in the hurt
And the heartbeat of our song, As we try to get it back
Is same tune that the Lord, Is singing back to us
Now, there is a highway through this world
That opens like an aisle for a bride
And you can hear the song the groom has made
Threading through the patchwork of our days
There’s table like a ring
And a King down upon one knee
Hear the blood and body speak:
Make the whole world our wedding feast
© Matthew Clark 2022
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