Dear Jon

by Brant Bollman

Dear Jon,
I think I know who you are.
My mind is reeling… I can’t stop smiling, my arms are banners, your words slip through my lips. Oh, Jon, you are my John the Bapstist

Point me, Jon, towards the Messiah,
Lead me, Jon, away from the festering, rat-infested burrows of the city
Lead me to the wilderness… point me towards the Savior.

Dear Jon,
I haven’t been to church in far too long
The stone walls seem like Libraries to me
But here at your feet, blazing lights, sweaty crammed quarters,
Here surrounded by the thrall I find it.
There beneath your guitar I find it again.
I find CHURCH, I find Spirit…

I want more than this world has to offer, Jon.

Bathed in the light, the sound, the crush, HERE I find Jesus.
You point to him like a spotlight burning bright in the night.
Here I am washed in the fire, I am touched by the Spirit.

I’m on fire when You’re near. I’m on fire when we meet. I’m on fire burning at these mysteries.

Dear Jon,
You are my John the Baptist. Prepare the way.
Bath me in the cleansing waves of your music, your falsetto yalp filling my mind.
Baptize me in your voice and prepare my heart for the coming of the Lamb.

Dear Jon,
Thank you!