Since “In the beginning…” and “Let there be…”
Man has been grasping for, and trying to wrap his mind around eternity.
Since His life filled our lungs we’ve been searching our minds
Reaching for words, to try and define
The beauty we see, the love that we need.
Words are so insufficient for a God beyond our comprehension
Praise and glory to a God that condescended.
He was revealed to us as the Word, in shadows and pictures
Still we were blinded by sin and misguided wishes.
But the beauty of the story is that He knew our condition.
Word became flesh and dwelt among men.
He lived to die and he lived to live.
He lived in righteousness, he died for sin.
To the right hand of the Father, it was for him to ascend.
So that we might join him, a beautiful bride he’s been given.
Who has the words for a God with such wisdom?
As I peer deep into the depths of my own heart,
I run away in fear, who can stand your holiness?
My heart more wicked than I know.
Evidence is everywhere. What have I done?
Only the vilest of sinners could turn such beauty into ruin.
Suddenly I’m blinded by the light of your face.
Confusing grace brings clarity.
The levels of despair and misery I find in my own heart,
are not to be found in you. The deeper into myself I go,
the greater the sin. Level after level I’m amazed.
Yet there is something that amazes me even more.
The longer I look at you the more beautiful you become.
Me, more wicked, more sinful than I’ll ever know.
You, greater than I’d ever dreamed. Grace beyond comprehension.
Suddenly in the light of your grace it makes perfect sense.
This was the point all along.
As I peer into the depths of my own heart,
I run to you, longing for your grace.
Who can stand without your peace?
Your love greater than I know. What have you done?
Only a God as great as you could turn such ruin into beauty.
Everyday a new day,
a reminder of resurrection.
Everyday a new day,
a chance to start again.
God’s love is in the sunrise,
he whispers in the breeze.
A gentle word of affirmation,
with you he is well pleased.
Yesterday is no more,
don’t forget to remember,
November is only the beginning of December.
Sin is gone, east from the west.
He loves the poor in spirit.
Damn, I must be blessed…
Mercy Abundant Mercy Love Steadfast Love This is who you are Rain down your mercy Pour out your steadfast love…
Sin Sinner It is who I am It is who I have always been Against my God have I sinned Sin I chose Sin is what I always choose Yet this is not who I was called to be This is no longer who I am You have taught me You are teaching me Within my soul I hear your voice…
Cleanse me and I will be clean Wash me whiter than snow In your mercy I find joy In your love you have broken me My sin you no longer see My heart is yours Your life is mine This is who I am My spirit longs for you My spirit clings to you You’ve filled my mouth with your words My song is praise…
I sing for others I sing for you I sing for those who are yours I sing for mercy I sing for love Abundant mercy Steadfast love
I penned this while sitting in the hotel room in Chapel Hill just before taking my daughter to the Doctor.
Sitting at the Inn, just me and my girls, I marvel at the grace within God’s beautiful world. Hustle and bustle of the street down below, so much chaos as the cars come and they go. Yet, I can have peace inside, no matter what life brings. On a morning like this, my heart wants to sing. To the world that’s outside, you must know… For this rotten, rescued sinner…It is well with my soul.
My personal poetic interpretation of the first Psalm…
How blessed is the one who forsakes the world and all its evil ways. How blessed is the one who seeks Your precious face. How blessed is the one who loves Your Word, and obeys it all His days. Oh that blessed day when I will look upon Your face. Help me Lord, for without you, this is an impossible race. I beg You Lord, please teach me Your ways.
I will absorb Your Word. I will drink Your living water. Through life’s storms I cannot fall. You are my Father. Plant me firmly in Your Word, In Your streams of living water. Let the fruit I yield be proof to the world, that You are my Father. Your Word says the wicked cannot prosper. Yet ALL things work together for good, for Your sons and daughters.
How blessed is the one who forsakes the world and all its evil ways. How blessed is the one who has called You Lord and felt Your precious grace. Oh that blessed day when I will look upon Your face. Search my heart and make it whole, for You know all my ways. The wicked will perish, their ways are evil, why do they live lives of waste. That was me before You saved me, oh who can know Your ways?