Speaking Truth (To Myself)

Mon, 03/05/2018 - 09:33 -- cjb97

I was not an afterthought 

Of Your Grace 

You saw my Face 

As You endured the painful affliction of sin

My sin on Your shoulders 

Separating you from the Father 

In that dreadful moment 

You were alone, crying out in the anguish of Your spirit 

" My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?" And I ask

" Why are You so far from me?" to the silence. 

Believing a lie of emotion over the truth of salvation

I, who was once far off

Alienated from Your presence-I

have been brought near by the blood of Christ 

The Veil of separation 

Has been eternally torn 

It can never be repaired 


Don't stop cleansing me-I feel the dross

Like a weighty burden clinging to the silver

Purify me seven times if that is what it takes 

To reflect Your light with simplicity and grace

I was a forethought 

Of Your plan 

Formed byYour hands 

For such a time as this 

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