“‘Tis In This Way, The Lord Replied”

I love this song. It describes the pain and conflict in a christian’s life and the process that God takes them through to bring them to look more like Christ, everyday till He comes or takes us home. Be encouraged, He is working for your good, for your Joy and that you may find your all in HIM!

Listen to it here

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and ev’ry grace,
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answered prayer,
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He’d answer my request
And, by His love’s constraining pow’r,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart
And let the angry pow’rs of hell
Assault my soul in ev’ry part.

Yea, more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe,
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Humbled my heart and laid me low.

“Lord, why is this,” I trembling cried;
“Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?”
“’Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,
“I answer prayer for grace and faith.”

“These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou may’st find thy all in Me.”

Words by: John Newton 1779

Broken

By steadfast love and faithfulness Iniquity is atoned for

and by the fear of the LORD one turns away from evil

Proverbs 16:6

Those inmost thoughts
those that I give
and those that I fear to give
Lord you know,

Those that I am ashamed of
guilty of,
afraid to be ridiculed of
Lord you know them!

Yet I hide them,
Hide them from the world,
from those you have brought into my life
for accountability!
and in all these I think,
i’m hiding them from You!

Yet in your sight I am transparent,
naked, nothing to hide me!
no fig leaves, no animal skin!
nothing to hide my heart from You!
and I am guilty! ashamed! Aloof!
Failing to run to the gospel!

Lord where shall I hide?
to whom shall I run to?
You have the words of life
You can restore my soul!

Amen

Death is Gain, How Profound!

At the cross; yes,that rugged cross
a place of shame
that brought me gain
how could I not, Oh pity me,
Look upon it and find peace

At the cross; yes,that rugged cross
hang a man, who is God!
His hands outstretched, bleeding. Dead!
as if to say, “This is for you”
Yes, it is; for you and In your place

At the cross; yes,that rugged cross
they spit, they sneer, they mock
they curse; yet how so near
to one whose blood is so pure
as He cries; Father forgive them…”

At the cross; yes,that rugged cross
Life is lost, yet is found!
Death is gain, Oh how profound!

O Living Flame Of Love

Found this poem while on the inter webs. Loved it and thought I could share with you too. The poem is by Saint John of the Cross.

O living flame of love
that tenderly wounds my soul
in its deepest center! Since
now you are not oppressive,
now consummate! if it be your will:
tear through the veil of this sweet encounter!

O sweet cautery,
O delightful wound!
O gentle hand! O delicate touch
that tastes of eternal life
and pays every debt!
In killing you changed death to life.

O lamps of fire!
in whose splendors
the deep caverns of feeling,
once obscure and blind,
now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
both warmth and light to their Beloved.

How gently and lovingly
you wake in my heart,
where in secret you dwell alone;
and in your sweet breathing,
filled with good and glory,
how tenderly you swell my heart with love.

My heart is indeed swollen with love.

Still, You

It’s just like me to be defensive

even though I know your heart is for me

or is it?

 

I am messed up… No lie

I am insecure and broken

you see me, you know me.

Still, you break me

 

more and more I could no longer feel

the beat in my heart. Screeching,

It beats to no melody

Still, you crush me

 

every single piece of me

All pieces falling to the ground

laid bare and helpless before you, and,

Still, you purge..

 

I cringe, I twist and turn

but you hold me gently, wisely, strongly

I scream, I let out a shout of discontentment.

Still, you crush me.

 

Your dagger pierces through my in-depths

I beg you to stop, I cry out of my own frustration

My defenses all let up!

Still, you press on.

 

Deeper and deeper

I’m sure there is no more.

Still, you crush, break, purge…

and I am no more.

Still.

You only.