Redemption
She was a beauty made; fashioned and formed for a man
Knowing not the searing loss of the life that was made and the joy she had,
Seized the chance to become her own, swallowed a promise that would make her whole
The whole of life was swallowed up; the light in her eyes grew dim
And brokenness, and gripping fear ripped her to pieces
It’s a misunderstanding riddled with pride
She believed this was all about her
But who was she? And what was her life?
It caused her to die.
I am a lovely bride dressed in the purity of white and life
My Home created me, the promise sure, it will endure
His Word is true, and it stands for you too
But my heart, a wayward breeze, meanders towards the oceans of me
Consuming fire of self-absorbed praise burns me to pieces.
It’s a misunderstanding riddled with pride
I believed this was all about me
But who am I? And what is my life?
It’s time for me to die.
Whom have I but the Giver of life; the blood He shed endures.
The death he bore brings life to us; His glory ever pure.
His promise, it is sure; we’ll live forevermore.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Layers
This week has been one of the most monumental weeks of my life, but I'm afraid I won't even be able to capture it in words. It's too late to write anyway, but I cannot allow myself to sleep without at least attempting to express what is and has been going on in my simple little being.
The Lord is revealing to me His power and His magnitude. It seems I must have written this before, possibly over and over again, but how tiny do I make the God who is Creator! I box Him up in my simple mind, never allowing Him to become larger than my capability to comprehend. After all, if I can't comprehend Him, I am relieved of my control, and if I am relieved of my control, I am no longer my own god.
Oh.
Is that what this has been all about? And I am sent reeling. Yes, yes... the haze is clearing from my sleepy mind. The pain arrives, quickening my senses. Reality strikes, and a dull ache sets in. The horrifying fact that my sin is not simply a series of actions and behaviors I can change is glaring at me, staring me down with beady eyes. I've seen these eyes before, and they speak a thick cloud of condemnation over me without saying a word. I am sinking.
Psalm 73:21-23
When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,
I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
2 Peter 1:3-4
His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.
The Lord God, our God is bigger than we know. His arms stretch out past eternity, and His glory is eternal. He has given us good and perfect gifts. His mercies are new every morning. He has promised to deliver us from our sin. He became a man so that He Himself might become our sin. The Lord God, our God is bigger than I realize.
It's really late now, and my eyes are closing, so that's all I'm going to write. I don't even know if any of it flows or not, but I just had the urge to write about what God is doing.
The Lord is revealing to me His power and His magnitude. It seems I must have written this before, possibly over and over again, but how tiny do I make the God who is Creator! I box Him up in my simple mind, never allowing Him to become larger than my capability to comprehend. After all, if I can't comprehend Him, I am relieved of my control, and if I am relieved of my control, I am no longer my own god.
Oh.
Is that what this has been all about? And I am sent reeling. Yes, yes... the haze is clearing from my sleepy mind. The pain arrives, quickening my senses. Reality strikes, and a dull ache sets in. The horrifying fact that my sin is not simply a series of actions and behaviors I can change is glaring at me, staring me down with beady eyes. I've seen these eyes before, and they speak a thick cloud of condemnation over me without saying a word. I am sinking.
Psalm 73:21-23
When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,
I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.
Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
2 Peter 1:3-4
His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.
The Lord God, our God is bigger than we know. His arms stretch out past eternity, and His glory is eternal. He has given us good and perfect gifts. His mercies are new every morning. He has promised to deliver us from our sin. He became a man so that He Himself might become our sin. The Lord God, our God is bigger than I realize.
It's really late now, and my eyes are closing, so that's all I'm going to write. I don't even know if any of it flows or not, but I just had the urge to write about what God is doing.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
