But then there was
A shaking in the ground
It knocked death off his laughing chair
Tag: Salvation
All Heaven Rejoices
All of heaven rejoiced
When the veil was torn in two
All of heaven rejoiced
When the stone, was rolled away
And the King rose in victory!
A Moment
“Just a moment,
Just a moment please.”
A boy whispers, on busy street corner
To loud and toiling world around
A woman stops, for but a moment and
Wishes to say more
But with dismal glance away, she shrugs
“I’m sorry.” and keeps walking
Again, he tries another
“Just a moment sir,”
To busy man, with things to do
On way to important meeting
“I have no time.” He says in a rush
Putting up his hand as if to hush
The boy, and pleading eminating from
His kind and weary eyes
Again, another perhaps
This will be the one
A child, walking by
Holding mothers hand
“A moment,”
He asks,
Eager for reply
As child looks, and meets his eye
The two smile a second as
Time seems to stop
Eyes held, in contentment
Gazing into one another
“Come on.” Mother pulls
And yanks young girl away
Off on some busy trip
Away from boy, her friend never met
But felt there in that gaze
Then we see, after the people
Keep on passing by
The truth, of the boy
Not a boy at all
While seemingly clad, in tired rags
We see, a peculiar, mystery
The boy, the man in fact is
More than he appears
Mighty, holy
Powerful
Held in human form
Kind, gracious, compassionate
Loving, and just forever
For boy, is no boy at all
But Spirit, holy
But Creator, loving
Asking us, for but a moment
To lavish His love upon us
For us to stop, in busy days
For but a second, and to see
As girl saw, in those eyes
Something, too wonderful to describe
Yet therein, lies
A peculiar, miraculous peace
Mingled with courage, love
And jealousy
Beauty and terror alike
The boy, boy no longer but
Man, fully grown
Hands pierced with nails
Head, bearing thorns
Walking off, towards calvary
There, on the busy street corner as
None see, nor care to notice
Condemned man, as He really is
But merely scoff, and laugh or even
Do not see Him at all
For busy-ness, and focus on
All the world around Him
But this Man, keeps on walking
Whether world acknowledges Him or not
Towards His task, His Father’s will
Full of pain, and suffering and yet
Peculiar, brutal beauty
Of tale of jealousy, of love
Mingled with passion, and justice
Wrath and mercy alike
That culminated, there on that tree where
Jesus paid, the price for me
For world, and us too busy to
Even know His name
Us, too blind in sin to
Even see His face
Us, too lost in anger and rebellion to
Even care to know His name
He still died, there He hung
For us, for me
That we might go free, and be
His, and His alone
Redemption laid,
Upon a tree
Our debt paid
By Him we owed
Our futures made alive in Him
Who died, so we could live
Free, from sin and death and
Free, to live for Him
Him who is so wonderful, so beautiful
So matchless, forevermore
To Him, dead no longer but
Risen, from tomb to heaven where
He sits enthroned, on praises and
Remains, at the right hand of the Father
Praying for us,
Interceding for us
Us, the once fallen
Now given life, in His blood
Us, so loved
Us, so desired
Us, so lost without Him
He waits for us to come
To Him, and find
All we could ever need
In Him, the crucified
The Risen, Redeemer
The loving God, the jealous Lover the
Just, and passionate Judge
Both beautiful and terrible
Perfect in wrath,
And mercy alike
So good, and so wonderful
May we praise Him,
And His great name
Now and, forevermore!
Him who is so merciful and
Him who is so good!
But may we not forget
That boy, on street corner
That Man, that Savior
Who made Himself available and
Redeemed us from our sins
May we not, leave Him on the cross
Nor let Him lie, in the grave
But remember, Him the living God
Our victorious King
And too, the loving Father
Who sent His Son, to die for us
Who beckons, by His Holy Spirit, that we
Come, for but a moment and
Many more, for all eternity in fact and
Come and spend, time with Him
Him who never fails
Who loves us so, who gave Himself
Who loves us as a Father and
Who adopted us, as His own
And who too, is within us
Burning, like fire to
Give us grace, and utterance to
Worship Him, in His strength and
Pursue Him, in our weakness
To follow Him, to lead us to Him
The three in One, the everlasting
Who calls to us, out of heaven and eternity
That we come, and spend a moment
With Him, in His Word
Making ourselves available
Open, to hear His words and
Even hear Him speak
That we may be, more like Him and
Know, His love for us and
Even more than this,
There, in the secret place
So run to Him, keep Him not waiting
Run to Him, for He is enough!
Victory
Above every distraction, above every lie
A battle cry rings out
Singing of the victory
Of the risen, reigning Lord
Who already fought the battle and
Who already won it
So we on earth, need not strive
To win, thing we could never attain
But that we might simply rest,
In Him and, who He is
And praise, His victory
Praise the One, the risen Son
Who died, and rose again
Who stands
Faithful, forevermore and
Reigns on High, above it all
Victorious and true, forevermore
Matchless in all He does
In mercy and
In justice alike
May we praise His name, forevermore
In songs and testimonies of
Lives lived, for His name
Of days, and breaths taken, for His glory
To Him, who is most worthy
To Him, who is so good
To Him who is unending,
Matchless, in all His love
Merciful, and true forevermore
May we trust His name alone!
Beauty in the Pain
In painful labor, filled with agony
Mingled with joy, as soul is brought fourth
Into world for first time
There is, both pain and beauty as
Life is welcomed in
As promise born, millennia before
Comes to fruition in the cries
Of small, baby boy
The Messiah come to earth to save
To bring to life those dead
And too, years on
As promised in Scriptures written
Long before He walked the earth, that baby now a man
Suffers and bleeds, in pain and torment
Bringing life to the world
As He bleeds upon the ground
Beaten, bruised, and shattered there by men
In all the pain and torment, in the agony and gruesome scene
Still, there is beauty as
Savior bears the weight of sin
There on the tree, as He hangs
Suffocating from the weight
Of own body and of sin
He dies, the earth shakes
And death is defeated
For that man, once infant born
To virgin in a stable
Was no ordinary man, no ordinary person sentenced
To die by crucifixion
He was not just a prophet
Nor was He one of many
He was, as He said He was
The very Son of God
Come to bring life to the earth
In infant’s cries, and final shout
As veil rent in two
All the earth was paid for
Every soul redeemed by that Man, the perfect One
Who died in our stead
That every man, who calls on Him
And acknowledges His sacrifice
Could be, brought into Life
Out of sin, into Him
Made whole and perfect by His blood
By His tender mercies
For such is He, our God who came to save
And makes beauty in the pain
In Need
Give me something that I may chase
A dream that I may pursue
A thing, greater than I
A thing I have never known
Give me something to chase
Show me a better World
I am desperate, and I am hungry
Give me more than I can know
I have nothing
Yet I have it all
The world has given me momentary happiness
But my soul, it longs for more
I am starving for purpose
I am desperate for a dream
Give me that which I have never known
Yes, give me that I have never seen
For I know, what world does offer
I know what path has wrought
All the world has given me
Is broken bones and shattered heart
My soul, it thirsts
Yet I know not where to look
Give me a purpose, lest I die
Give me more
Give me that which I have never known
For I am desperate
I am starving
My soul, it calls for that
That which I have never known
Give me Jesus. Give me Jesus.
Give me Him which I have never known
Give me He too wonderful for me
For I know, there is no other thing
I know there is no other way
So give me Him, give me this Jesus
Lest I die and fall to hell
For I know no other way
And my soul, it must have Him
Lest I die and fall to hell
Give me Him which I have never known
Give me Jesus. Give me Jesus
Him I have never known, yet my soul calls for
Give me reason, give me way
To seek Him in my life
I know not how to find Him but
I know He will find me
So I ask, dear God in Heaven
Give me You I have never known
Give me this Jesus.
For I am in need of You.
Strings
Walking through a tired world, I find
A mess of people, a world of sorrows entangled by
Strings of sorrow and of grief
Tying them to days past, and binding them
To future bathed in torment
For these sorrows and griefs, once masqueraded themselves as
Forest of joys, world of happiness and freedom
Yet now lay wrapped around them as chains, and shackles that
Cannot be broken by powers of men
By they who sought them so
But I see, too
Amidst this sea of brokenness and pain
A glimmer, a hope
A faint Light drawing closer to, those bound in chains and strings
Drawing closer to me
I twitch at coming light, as blinding as the sun, as it
Walks nearer me, bound in chains
And sorrows of a life lived out
And of rebellion to the Lord and God
In rebellion to my Maker
But yet, as I try to peer into Light
Drawing closer to my broken frame, I see
That He I denied, stands now before me
The God I rejected comes to me know
Bathed in robes of glory and of light
I close my eyes as Light draws nearer, for
Fear of growing blind
As glory and holiness ebbs closer, I feel
Heat radiating from that Light piercing through
Even the darkest of my sins and
Illuminating the cords and strings bound about me
What can I do?
Where can I go?
Chains have me bound so tightly, and yet
This Savior still draws closer
I wish to run, to escape
Away from such Beauty for
Beside Its Light, I see how broken and
How far I have truly fallen
Now bound in cords and strings
Held by chains to my sins
Suddenly, I feel a touch
A simple hand on my shoulder as
Heat rushes down into my body and
I writhe beneath the heavy weight, as it burns in my soul and
Melts my spirit with Its Light
Process is painful as
This hand touches me
As all within me is laid bare and
I am left as I truly am, without façade
Broken, broken and
Bound by heavy chains
Not strings, of simple cord but
Heavy iron shackles, around my wrists and ankles
Laid around my neck and heart
Binding me, to my transgressions
I see it all next to this Light, as it rages deep within me
From holy hand upon my shoulder
Amidst the pain and incessant burning, I hear
Simple whisper, marked with love and mercy speak
Words of comfort to my soul
As it asks, with quiet passion
Do you wish to be free?
I remain a moment, stunned by question
Still burning by this Light
Yet nod, with all strength I can spare
Wearied by reality of my state, so broken and
Bound by heavy chains
I feel hand, move beneath my chin and
Lift my head to meet Its gaze
I dare not open eyes, yet something pushes me
To do so, as I see
Beauty, Beauty, as I
Have never known before
Such beauty, such holiness
Stands before me know
Burning, and bathing me with
Holy, holy Light
Suddenly, I feel a tug as
Chains are ripped from arms and neck and
Fall from my ankles and
Rush towards Him, that Light before me
As if chains were called by name and
Respond to some Lord, not their own but
Powerful, and Mightier than
Any one on earth and
Greater than their own master who
Gave these chains to me, in exchange for
Moment of happiness and
False joy drenched in lustful rebellion
These shackles stop, before Him and
Almost stoop, as if to bow
Before this Lord of Heaven and
Bid Him homage, as if shrinking beneath
Weight of His holiness and glory
I watch, suddenly as
Light becomes, as form of man
Still all God, yet all man, as He
Stands before me, masqueraded in
Human flesh, with glory and holiness
Not tainted by mortal body
In an instant, chains leap back
Unsure of what this means
Yet, I see in His eyes
That Light that stands before me in human flesh
A desire, a passion for
Some cause, greater than Himself
Given by , His Father and
Willed by Heaven’s King
With deliberate action, He
Lifts His arms out from His sides and
Looks too chains, and bids them come
And lay on Him instead
Chains look at each other in
Curious, wicked glee and
Quickly, yet hesitantly rush towards Him
As if with haste, and worry of some trick
And bind Him where He stands
I look now, to this Savior, to this God of Heaven and
See Him, in human form, now willfully bond
By my own transgressions and
Can’t help but weep, as I stand free
The one deserving of this fate, before
He who deserved it, least of all
Him who reigns over galaxies and
Governs stars above
Now bound, in my chains
A priceless, reckless gift of love
For me, for me
For me who deserved it all
I am undone.
But story does not end there, no
Justice was paid in full
For death, was warranted and
Deserved by me who bore those chains
And now fell upon, this Holy God
Who now stood before me, bound willingly
As tears ran from His face
Of love, and mercy and
Perhaps even for me
They led Him off, those chains of mine
And dragged Him off to hill, where men
With chains of own, beat Him and
Hung Him on a tree
I could no longer, bear the sight
I fell to knees, and wept most bitterly
For He, now bore weight of my rebellion and
Now hung in my place
Cut off, even
From His Father, in Heaven as
He became, literal sacrifice
Pure and spotless Lamb who took the weight and
Punishment of my sin
And took it all, every sin
And bore penalty of death, for every sinner
Even those who crucified Him
And He did it all, so willingly
For He was stonger, mightier, holier
The very God of Heaven, and yet
Allowed Himself to become sin and
Be killed for my transgressions
A mystery, a mystery
I will never understand
Then, all of a sudden as
I had head laid on ground, in the dust
My tears turning earth to mud
Ground shook, most violently and
Darkness fell on land
All the world grew silent as
If in hush, as if in stunned silence as
Holy One, of Heaven breathed
His last upon the earth
As the very Son of God, was dead
Killed by iniquity not His own
I rose, in stunned silence as
The deed was at last done
My price, was fully paid
My burdens, fully bore
By He who did not deserve them, by Him, the Holy One
Of Heaven who was now deceased, and hung limp on tree
On tree meant for me
Meant for every soul of earth, now spared by
This Man’s own Holy blood
What mercy, what love was shown
That day on Calvary
When Messiah, when pure Lamb came down
And died for you and me?
A question, I
Have spent lifetime trying to answer, and yet
Have never found end too, this bottomless question
Of the reality, of the true worth of Him, who died for me
Of Him who took my shame, and chains and
Carried them to cross
And did not hesitate to die, nor suffer in my stead
Yet paid it all, to make me free and
Do His Father’s will
A mystery, a God
A Savior, far too wonderful for me
Yet I will, forever praise Him
For story did not end there
He rose again, when three days past and
Defeated hell and grave
He broke the power, of all my chains and
Of every sin and evil of the earth
That those who, believe in Him and
Trust His Holy Name
And accept, His Holy Gift
He, that pure Sacrifice
May be saved, may be redeemed and
Delivered by His blood
Made pure, made holy by
His own holy blood and name
Made His own, made children of God
By this Savior of the world!
So I will spend, all my days
Every hour, every moment praising
Him, this God, this Holy One
Who died and rose again, who saved me from
All my iniquities!
Who gave me His Son, to die in my stead
To make me free, no strings nor chains
Made perfect by His blood
Made His, made His
Purchased by this Savior of the world!
For it is not me, nor is it anything
I did or could ever do to deserve
Such a holy, holy gift, only goodness of He
Of HE who died for me
The Mystery, I will never fully understand
Yet I will praise, for all eternity
In life eternal given by
This Holy One of Heaven for
He is so worthy, He has no equal
There is none like Him on the earth, nor in
All creation under Heaven
Nor in all Heaven itself
For He, this God
This Godhead three in One is,
Matchless, holy and
Passionate, and jealous for all days
With no equal on the earth!
And He has saved me, yes, He has made a way
For all men, to come to Him
No matter how broken or forgotten
That they may be, cleansed and healed by His blood
And made His, belonging to
This Savior of the world, this God in Heaven that
Is so good, and forever worthy
He who has no equal!
So praise Him, praise Him this holy God who
Took all our shame and
All our iniquities
And bore them, Himself
Placed on His Holy Son
He who made us free, He who has redeemed us
Let us praise Him, forever more
This God who is so worthy and
Made a way, to make us free
Who broke off, every chain and
Power of hell below
Who made possible, for broken men to be’
Restored by His blood
And made His, and made His
Belonging to the only Living God
The Spotless One of Heaven
He who is forever worthy, so deserving
Let us praise Him forevermore!
Throw It Away
Overwhelmed, undone in the face of
The Holy uncreated God
The One who is, and is to come
I know not what to do!
I find myself, vulnerable
Wide open in the presence of this One, this God that I
Do not, cannot fully comprehend, yet lives
Yet reigns on High!
When faced with such a Holy One
When before such a Holy God
My spirit screams, my heart yearns
For just a touch from His hand
For just a look from His Holy face!
Yet the liar, tells me that
This is not real
That world is better than, all this God can offer and
That he offers more than this God could ever and that I
Should simply though Him away, this God, this delusion and
Believe his lies today
I feel my bones aching as
Darkness fills my eyes
The world is beautiful, my lusts, so tangible
Perhaps his words are true
All I want, all I desire is
Within arms reach
Just a denial away from my grasp
All I have to do, is say no to this God, this Holy One
Him who the liar claims is false
And I will have, all I desire
I will be who I want to be!
No! No!
I will not deny Him
I will not deny my Lord!
Fight, oh spirit within me
Rage against the dying light
Rage against the darkness!
You are more than this lust
You were purchased at great price
Don’t throw it, don’t throw is all away
For a night in bed with earth’s riches
Met by dawn of eternal torment!
Rage, fight!
Rise again, do not sleep
Your God is more real, more tangible
Than any lie of earth
He is true, yes, He is true!
My God, He is true!
Wake up, oh soul within me
Rage against this liars words
Fight against the deception!
Not with power of
Your own might but
By Spirit, by word of
This God you need, Him you love
Return to Him again!
Oh fight, oh rage
Oh do not fall asleep
Many men have been fed lullabies
Drenched in blood of innocent men who died, to be silenced that
The truth of their God may not be proclaimed!
Too many souls have been told that lies are
The food, the bread and butter of
Successful society, and have thus
Sold their souls to the liar and found themselves
Apart from God and without Light!
Oh who can save them from ourselves
Oh who, oh soul in me
Can save you from yourself?
None of men, none of liar, no
There is only One
The Holy, uncreated God, it is Him alone who saves
Oh call, oh call on Him again
Do not slumber, do not dance with lies
As couple dances in courtship but
Instead, strike them down
And scream that name above
Every other name
Rage, rage
Against the darkness and
Scream the name of Jesus
Watch them run, watch them fall
The lies you courted once
Watch the shackles fall away, as He comes
As Savior enters room
And find that God is, more real than any and
Find Him mighty, find Him strong
A refuge for the weak
And find in Him, your everything
Find in Him your all and all
Yes, call on Him, the Living God in Heaven
Do not throw Him away!
Find Him, seek Him and
Brother, He will find you
Watch Him take you up, in arms of love
Watch Him clothe you in His righteousness
And watch darkness fall, away to light
And morning sun blade once more
As King walks in, to mortal room and
All eternity shakes
As heaven rejoices as, a soul comes home
As one is welcomed home
As Savior covers you, in His blood
And makes you as His own
Such a thing is, too beautiful
Such a God is too wonderful
Seek Him, seek Him, I pray
Run to Him again
And watch as lies, fall powerless
Watch as liar runs away
As Savior, meets you where you are and
As He blinds you with His Holy light
And all of Heaven, rejoices and
Welcomes you home
Redeemed, purified by Him,
The God in Heaven who
Is so real, is so tangible
The Holy Living God, who hears
The Great I AM Himself~
I Do Not Believe It
I do not believe it that
You would come, and die for me
The rejected of the earth
I do not believe it, that
Still, after all these years of hardship and rebellion You
Still remain here by my side
I do not believe it that
You would come, and give Yourself
That You would give Your Son for me
Who am I, who am I to deserve
Such love, such mercy from
You the unfailing God
For in Your eyes, truly I
Am nothing without You
Truly I, am lost without
Your unending grace
So how could I, ever hope
To believe such a thing
That You, the uncreated God
Have loved me as You have
That You have done, so much for me
That You order all creation, and yet
Choose to look at me
I will not believe it!
Yet, it is You
My God unfailing that
Pushes me, and calls me to
Believe in such a gift
It is You, and You alone that
Calls me to trust in You, and in that trusting come
To revelation of Your love, that I may see
The reality, the beauty of
You, my God, who has no equal
You who have loved me so
I am lost for words!
So help me God, to believe it so
Help me to trust in You
And in that trusting, find You as
You truly are
Benevolent, merciful
Loving and forever true
Always constant, never failing
My God who has no equal!
Yet the mystery, still remains
That You would come for me
For it was I, who trespassed You
I who failed and denied Your name
Yet it was You who came
It was You who took my place, and died upon
Tree called Calvary
And You took it all, You bore my shame
You freed me from my sins
You took Your own wrath, that I may be
Free and redeemed by Your blood
Pure and holy by the name, by that beautiful name
The name of Jesus Christ
The mystery Himself
And I choose to believe it!
For You have proved Yourself, merciful and true
In every day, in every pain
You keep drawing me to You
So I choose, this day to trust
In You the never ending God
To love, to hope, in You alone
My God who never fails
My God who has no equal, I
I believe that You
Are good, and true, and trustworthy
For now and all days
For have paid it all, yes You have paid the price for me
To be Your own child, chosen by
You my God in Heaven!
For that is mystery, that we
Did not choose You
But rather that You, oh merciful God
In Your goodness and Your love
Chose to save us from Your wrath, by Your own blood
Yes, You gave Your Son for us
You the uncreated God, the beautiful Mystery
Help us to believe in You, and Your goodness that
We may declare it before all men
That we, may be
As lights here on this earth
Reflecting You, and Your goodness
Here upon the earth
So help us to, trust in You
And continually believe
That You are, exactly as You say You are
The God who never fails
The God who chose us first, and He who died
And rose again to save us from
Ourselves and our sin
To make us Your own, to make us free
Able to fellowship with You,
You the uncreated God
We believe in You
We call on You this day!
For we are, in desperate need
We are yearning for You again
Come and heal, come restore our lands
Have mercy on our sinful borders and
Bring us back to You!
For we are nothing, without You
We need You in this place
So come, and move in us again
Come and change us with reality, with fire of
Your Love and holy name
Come and make us, Yours alone
Help us to believe
That You are, as You say You are
And that You can be trusted, You who are
You who are the unfailing God
Our God who has no equal
The God who has no end!
The Heartbeat
Feel that beating, feel that thing that from within you beats
Feel it push life throughout your body and
Feel it keep you walking forward
That beating, that throbbing from within your chest
Is not, just accident or
Miracle of nature
It is, purpose
Beating from within you and
Pushing you forwards to
Find the One who set it beating
For it is not, as some may say
A product of accident or
Any brilliance of nature or men
It is, the product of
Careful planning and instruction and
Intricate design
Fashioned by One, who us above
Who placed that heart within you that
Is beating continually
But why, you ask
Is such a thing inside of me
How could there by life, above men
How could there be a Creator in Heaven?
That, my dear friend
Is a beautifully complicated question that
Is yet so simple to answer
There is a God, who
In Heaven dwells
Who made Heaven and earth and
Crafted you, dear child, so intricately
And gave in you, a purpose, a desire to
Find the thing that made your heart beat
To find Him who gave you life
For there is, in every soul
A longing for one, or something greater
For something more than daily toils
There is, in every heart
An insatiable desire to
Find something, anything
To bring you peace and purpose in this life
Yet this thing, is often sought but
Often overlooked in pursuit
Of things easier or more comfortable
For men would rather look to world, and all the sin within
Than look up to Him above
Who crafted us in our mothers’ womb
For it is easier, at times
When faced with pain and suffering of this life
To run to drink, or lust, or friend,
Or anything at all to make us numb
To that which we cannot hide from
From that emptiness inside
For see, every man
Every soul born on earth
Is born into sin, as children of the world
Lost, without a way
Desperate for a Savior, they do not know
Needing something, anything to fill the void
Only One can fill
For we were made to worship Him
And find this God in Heaven
Yet when sin entered earth, we favored self and
Wanted to be like God
So we became flesh, mortal
And bound to death and sin
In our rebellion, we chose to deny Him and live for ourselves
And live mortal lives, bound in sin
That can only end in death
And in eternal torment
But even though, we did all this
Even though we ran away
Our God, whom we deserted
Still came for us
He did what we, could not and took
All our sins away
Upon His back, on the cross
That we may live as His, once more
For all eternity.
He bore our sin and shame
He took our every hurt
And gave Himself, in place of us
That we wouldn’t have to bear the weight
Of justice we deserved
For crimes against His Name
He took upon Himself
Our every rebellious doing and
Washed us, and cleansed us
With His Holy blood
That we could walk, with Him once more and
Be in fellowship with Him, our God
Our Glorious Creator!
So what, you may ask
Does all this have to do with me?
Why should I bother, believing such things
What can this God do for me?
That, is a question, I cannot answer
Only He, above who died and rose again
Can answer such a pondering
For it is He, who calls to men
And invites them to Himself
It is He, who gives them purpose and
Changes hearts of men
To beat for something greater than themselves and
To be no longer bound in sin
So instead of answer this question, only One can answer
I will tell you how to find Him
This God I speak so highly of
And honestly, it is not I
But One Above speaking through me who
Alone can save, and show His light
Only He can change men’s hearts!
I am just the messenger, but
I do know where to find Him
Or rather, how to be found by Him
Take a moment, in quiet place
Or in quietness of mind
And simply ask, this God above
To make Himself real to you
To speak to you in this moment
Even if you are doubting of His existence or great love
For this God, He is, One who delights in showing Himself
To those who want Him to
I know He pleasures when, men do come and
Ask to hear His voice
So I cannot tell you what will happen but
I promise, if you come and ask
For Him in quiet place
And lay down all agendas and, really look at self, and see the need
For something more than world can offer
For more than brokenness and pain
I know, and I promise, without doubt
Or any hesitation that
He is good. And He is faithful
To keep His promises and
Stay true to the goodness of His nature
And He will not ignore, a quiet voice or
Desperate scream in darkest night
For Him to come and meet them and
To make Himself known
For He is not passive, Him who gave us heartbeats
He is not lofty, though He is holier and more glorious
Than we could ever know
And He is, so much higher, so greater than
Any thought or man of earth or heaven
And is beautiful and terrible
And to be revered and feared
But He is, not uncaring
Not unseeing of your pain and
Not unknown to your days
For He made you and,
Is always present
And He knows all you’ve ever gone through and
All you’ve ever lost
And He, can be
He is, so much more
Than we could ever ask or know
And He will fill up, He will heal
Every hole, and broken place within us that
Can in no other way be fixed
For He crafted you, in mothers womb.
You are not alive by accident or
Born without purpose
For that same God, who painted stars and
Ordered galaxies
Has made you, simply because
He delights in you and
He knows your every thought and
Every beating of your heart
And He knows you, better than you know yourself
So please, consider Him and
Listen to His call
For He has died, to make a way
For you to be His own
He has made you, so intricately and
Has not formed you by accident
So no matter what life has taught you or
No matter what men have told you
No matter what lies you believe, or whisper to yourself
Know that there, is a God in Heaven who
Loves you more than words can say
More than you could ever know
And He is calling to you,
From beyond your hurt and pain
And He is offering, all He is and more
He has made Himself available
So if come, and call on Him
And simply say His name and ask Him to
Make Himself real to you
I promise that, He will answer
Though often not as we expect
And if you come, and lay your all
And surrender at His feet
And confess, your every sin and
Declare you are in need of Him
I promise He will meet you and
Make Himself real
And He will take you, into His arms and
Make you whole, by His hand and
Overcome you with His love
And He will do, as none but He can do
And bring you home, where you belong
And fill the emptiness within
And make you, His own
Belonging to this Savior, this Creator
That you may know, Him who gave you beating heart
Him who gave you purpose and longing for
Him and Him alone
Who died, to make you whole And
Who formed you in your mothers’ womb
That you may know, just why you were created
That you may know how much you are valued and
Prized in His sight
That He may make you clean and
Pure within His arms and
Make you new, beneath His blood
And give you heart of flesh, that you may know
The goodness of the Creator and
The love of this Savior who
Is calling out to you
And you can find Him and
Let Him catch you with His love
If you simply come to Him, and ask for Him
To make Himself known
Simply call, in repentance and
In absolute surrender and
Ask for Him, who alone can save
For Him, this Jesus
Who alone can satisfy~
The Mystery Pursued 