Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Love Me

Life without its trial,
I do not ask of Thee;
Nor to escape the pains of death,
Or to elude its grief.

Only, tell me that You love me,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is aching,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

To be spared from sorrow,
Is not my burdened plea;
Nor to never feel a lonely heart,
Or be free from want or need.

Only, tell me that You love me,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is lonely,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

You’re loving me, yes, You’re loving me,
Recklessly invading foolish pride.
You’re loving me, yes, You’re loving me,
Showing me there’s no reason I should hide.

And You tell me that You love me,
You sing it over me,
The promises You tell me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is lonely,
You sing it over me,
The promise You tell me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Our True Longing-Our Longing Fulfilled

Oh, this desolate place,
All our wells have run dry,
Though clouds fill the sky.

Oh, we’ve hidden our face,
To burry our shame,
And smother the pain.

Oh, we need a savior,
To come and to cleanse,
Our unrighteousness.

Oh, we need a savior,
To be for us light,
And save us from darkness.

Weary and troubled are we,
For the burdens we bear,
Have left us despaired.

Too blind and too bitter to see,
That the wars that we wage,
Have strengthened our cages.

Oh, we need a savior,
To come and to cleanse,
Our unrighteousness.

Oh, we need a savior,
To be for us light,
And save us from darkness.

But hope is found today,
They heard an angel say.
And with this baby’s birth,
God brings us peace on earth.

Christian Living, Jesus, Love

Identity Crises

What defines me? Is it my amount or lack of beauty? Of talent? Of intelligence? Of piety?
No. It cannot be these things. It cannot be anything that I can do, for I am a helpless beggar in need of compassion and mercy.

Yet, Jesus humbled Himself as to so look upon me in that state. He did not walk by in disgust, leaving me in the dust, when he saw me. He did not turn His face, too embarrassed to be seen with me. Instead, He stooped low and was full of compassion. He lifted my head and delt gently with me, telling me of all His great and glorious promises. Then, He bound my wounds with His own and said,

“See how much I love you; see and believe that I love you.”

Thus, it is His love and compassion that defines me, and my response to it.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Beautiful Irony

Coming alive as I’m led to the grave,
Being set free while becoming a slave;
I could never leave,
For I am free indeed
,
Because of Love’s beautiful irony.

The poor become rich and the first become last,
Hating your foe becomes part of the past;
In Him blind eyes see,
Broken hearts believe,
The truth of Love’s beautiful irony.

The battle’s been won before it’s been fought,
With the life of one Man a thousand’s been bought;
Who can bear but He,
No mortal’s strength receive,
The weight of Love’s beautiful irony.

His body the bread and His blood is our wine,
Broken and poured out, His love so Devine;
None is kind save He,
Our Lord forever be,
Slain for Love’s beautiful irony.

Christian Living, Jesus, Theology

Dangerous Doctrines

I found this video by Justin Peters very eye opening. It is good to know what doctrines are out there contrary to Scripture. Unfortunately, these people are mistaken to be the face of Christianity, so it is good to know what they believe in order to refute them with biblically sound doctrine. I think it is a must watch, though it is long. Enjoy!

“and many false prophets will arise and mislead many.” Matthew 24:11

Christian Living

Learning How To Die

I observed an ordinary accurance the other day. A child and his mother were on an outing, and the child asked for something that the mother denied. The child began to pitch a fit, and, of course, the mother then tried to explain why he could not have that certain thing. She told him that if he would wait a little while and be patient, he would get that certain thing but in better form. The child was subdued, and later that day he did get what was promised him.

Now, in my book, I wouldn’t have given the child anything, for that would be rewarding him for bad behavior; but coincidentally, after reflection, this child reminded me a whole lot like myself.

I am in a place right now where the future seems very foggy and uncertain. I have my “dreams” and plans. I am striving very hard for my goals, and it is exhausting. I believe my goals to be God honoring ones, but it doesn’t seem like I am getting much help from God, to be honest. My prayers about this subject go something like this, “Dear God,  please cause such and such to work out so I can go here or do this.” Simple, right?

Recently someone asked me if I would be ok if God didn’t allow my “plans” to work out, and led me on a different path. I was irritated at this uncomfortable question. I guess I would have to be ok, I thought, but I probably would go out kicking and screaming. This convicted me a little. Did I think my plans more important than His? Even though they were good in themselves?  I realized I should have been praying, “Lord, please show me Your will. Show me if I should go here, or do this.”

I am a lot like the fit-throwing child. I want what I want now. I will fight for my will over and over again, even when I don’t realize I am fighting against God, supposedly for God. But God says, “Wait on Me. My ways are not Your ways, nor My thoughts your thoughts. I have the best plan; not a better plan. I know what you need, and when you need it. Trust me.” And then I collapse at His feet, undone, and say, “Yes, Lord. Thy will be done.”

There is something so very terrifying in saying, “Lord, whatever You want me to do, I will do it. If You don’t want me there or here, I will follow You elsewhere.” It is like letting go of everything. Like dying to myself. Oh, but the beauty God makes out of dying things.

 

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

A Song

Glorious King
Hope is found
In Your blood poured out

Sins are lost
At the foot of the cross

Your life for mine
Oh, glorious crime
You looked at me

Forgiven and saved
My debt has been paid
Love set me free

Oh, what a glorious, glorious King
Hear now, creation, the song that we sing
Death is now dead for those who believe
In Jesus, King Jesus!

Righteousness
Not my own

Helplessness
Mercy shown

Your life for mine
Oh, glorious crime
You looked at me

Forgiven and saved
My debt has been paid
Love set me free

Oh, what a glorious, glorious King
Hear now, creation, the song that we sing
Death is now dead for those who believe
In Jesus, King Jesus!