Show me who I am these are the quiet words I pray.
Show me how to live for you day by day.
Right now the world has me wrapped around,
Its muffled my voice so I can’t make a sound.
I can barely hear your whispers in the wind.
I don’t understand why my broken heart won’t mend.
I know you’re the greatest doctor of all.
You help people up when they fall.
But what if they fell deep into the pits,
All because of a step they missed?
How could you bring them back?
They turned their back on you and fell into the cracks.
Would you love them just the same?
What if to you they never again came?
They tore you down and broke your heart.
So how can you let them go back to the start?
You’re a loving God who loves us all.
But what about when we fall.
It must hurt you terribly inside,
To watch your own children die.
You gave us a way to come back to you,
And you told us what to do.
Sometimes it’s hard to find out Your dreams,
Because we’re surrounded by life’s beams.
I need to know how to go on,
Just help me make it from dusk to dawn.
1 comment:
One of the amazing things about God is that, because He is Infinitely Perfect in His holiness, we are all, really, equally far from Him because of our sinfulness. The most holy saint and the most vile criminal need exactly the same amount of grace from God. And in each of those extreme cases, the grace is the same: the gift of Jesus Christ crucified, the power and promise of His resurrection. One thing that I've found when I start to think God's too far away for me, or I'm too far gone for Him, is that if I'm too far gone, then everyone else is too far gone. If God cannot continue to save and forgive you, then He can't continue to save and forgive anyone: not me, not Heather, not the Pope, no one. I refuse to think that He has abandoned everyone (usually, I'm the only person I'll admit is vile enough to cause God to just give up on me...), and therefore He must not abandon me, either
God knew what kind of pain He was letting Himself in for when He died for people like you and me. He knows even now how many times I'm going to betray Him before I die (at least He knew that about Peter for the night He died.) None of this has ever been about making God feel better, about protecting Him from us. He bears it all so that we, ultimately, may feel better, so that we can be who we are, His children. He protects us from our worst selves, so that our best selves may find their true home. Never, never, never, never, never, never give up. Don't let Satan put magnifying lenses over your eyes so that you see yourself as Satan wants you to. You are a child of God. No matter how many times you fall in the mud, no matter how many cookies you swipe from the cookie jar, no matter how many times you have to say "I'm sorry" through tears, you are His child.
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