Bring Her Home
Pain sometimes feels like two things
Like a vacuum that sings
and pulls you into darkness all around
But also like a sharpened blade piercing within
I can’t identify with your pain
I can’t think nor imagine the way this evil will make every effort to drain
your joy and your hope
so to cope…
Though you may think it is the end of a burning rope
As you held onto your dear daughter
My my, how you fought for her
Think of how God fought for you
How He knew from the beginning of time
that you would step out of rhyme
Born into stumbling as with all of mankind
He knew that your flesh would harden your hearts
And as seen in the arts
So your apparent beauty would fade
and age into exhaust to your God
He knew that it was His Son He would lose
Momentarily then if with the church He could have you
I hope you see the incredible cost
Jesus Christ ushered Himself onto the cross
Dear brothers and sisters in Him
I can’t identify with your pain
and I may just be a toe and you an arm
and whenever anyone seeks to harm
our body, the church, purchased by Christ
We cry out together
His blood hit the dirt feeding the price
and you- I feel your pain
I feel your sorrow
Far be it from me
To not weep with those who weep
But may it be further then
that I wouldn’t point you to hope
so to cope…
You have not reached the end of a burning rope
Who cares about political rules and regulations, acts and
impersonations of God. Yes Romans 13
But look at the scene- far be it from the American dream
Who cares that she has some connection to a family tree
All I care about is God’s decree
And see we pay no fee to scream in the streets
Like the tares among wheat
We fight pretense
and that ancient dream
White picket fence
And we don’t picket since we need to pray for the rulers
pray for the leaders
pray for the native or the ones who don’t have God’s meter
His standard of right, His standard of wrong
But hey as we pray, listen to Joseph’s song
Evil realities
Horrendous tragedies
God’s purpose masked
In the midst of calamity
All things
All things
For the good glory of the generous gospelizing God and King
Though I can’t identify with you
I see the chasm between what you may know and what you feel
There is a bridge, let the fog pass
See clearly then it will be at last
The decrees of God though we may never know
Yet, in your pain
In Lexi’s,
In the churches,
In mine,
He knows and His knowledge will never grow
Always knowing all
Always loving
Hope feels like two things: The softest pillow to fall on
And The strength to move beyond
I can identify with your hope
Because our God is causing all things
whether good or bad
in the foggy haze
For His glory & our good
From the ancient of Days
Always.