Isaiah 40:1-5 "Comfort, yes, comfort My people!" Says your God. "Speak comfort to Jerusalem, and cry out to her, that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned; for she has received from the LORD's hand double for all her sins."
The voice of one crying in the wilderness: "Prepare the way of the LORD; Make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and hill brought low; The crooked places shall be made straight and the rough places smooth;
The glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the LORD has spoken."
Though I know His mercy
Has delivered me from death
And the grave,
That if I were truly punished,
I'd never have known the feel
Of His touch,
Or His grace,
Sometimes, it is as though
I've suffered double
For even every thought
That didn't line up with His Word,
Much less every wicked act
I have ever committed.
Yes, tell me!
Tell me that my warfare has ended!
Tell me that my iniquities are pardoned!
I've walked through so many valleys,
Afraid and alone.
I've been crushed by the mountains
That called themselves honorable.
Turning left, turning right,
Taking step after step
My path has been continuously
Always circling back to the same trials,
Like a spider's web.
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I Corinthians 9:25-27 And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible. I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.
Oh, that I were a pianist;
I would manage to set this praise
to music, divine melody,
for there are no words
that do justice
to ďYour MajestyĒ
that burns down deep
in my soul.
Oh, that I had mastered the violin;
How those strings would cry out
when I turned the bow,
all across the earth
to seek Your wisdom,
Your mercy, and Your love.
John 10:28-29 I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand.
I am the power behind each rainy day:
And yes, the power behind the clear.
The clouds were never there to punish you;
I've always held you dear.
Iím still near.
I felt the pain every time you fell down;
I collected each tear in My palm.
Iím saving them for you like a treasure --
Iíll turn them all to song.
Child, be strong.
You must let the carnal man fall away now;
And tell the spirit man to arise.
To follow Me is not an easy thing,
Not even for the wise.
Let it rise.
Iíve gone to prepare a special place for you.
Dear, no one can snatch you from My hand.
Give your fears to Me so I can squash them --
Scatter them with the sand;
Yes, I can.
When evil generations all pass away,
I will sit you with Me -- at My side.
Iíll give you those tears back in diamonds.
Iíll call you My sweet bride.
I Thessalonians 4:16-17 For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.
Have you truly repented?
Have you given your heart to Him?
Is He the Lord of your life?
Has His Light in you grown dim?
What would you do if you heard
a trumpet sound from far away?
Would you fall down on your knees?
Would you bow down to pray?
What would you do if you heard
a trumpet blow within the wind?
Are you sure youíve a Savior
who would all your deeds defend?
Today, there is a trumpet
whose call is quite clear if youíll hear;
ďCome to Me, all you whoíve sinned.
Let your conscience not be seared.
I will wash you white as snow.
Iíll forget if you will repent.
Iíll dwell with you, where you are.Ē
Itís a sound thatís heaven sent.
Today, there is a trumpet.
Can you hear the voice of the One
who cries in the wilderness,
ďThe only Way's through the Son!Ē?
Luke 12:58-59 As you are going with your adversary to the magistrate, try hard to be reconciled to him on the way, or he may drag you off to the judge, and the judge turn you over to the officer, and the officer throw you into prison. I tell you, you will not get out until you have paid the last penny.
My nail-scarred hand still extends to you
much the way
it did that day
you weren't sure you wanted to live through.
I heard your cry, though weak, in the night.
I cried too
to see you through
when the cruelty stole your Light.
Every man has the will to choose
how they'll live
and what they'll give.
It's their choice whether to bless or bruise.
I want to turn your pain to gladness.
On the tree
that lifted Me,
lay all your burdens and your sadness.
This wall protects the fragile places
in a heart broken too many times,
a spirit bruised too many times,
a soul shattered too many times.
But You, Father,
search the deep and hidden places
of my heart
and only You know how truly vulnerable
the wholeness of love
that rages below the surface
of what is,
in all actuality,
so thin that it's almost transparent.
If I can't be transparent,
how can I be loved?
Help me overcome
my fear of pain,
rejection and neglect
so I can be me,
whoever that is,
in all her fullness,
in all her reality,
in all her depths,
in all that free-spirited passion for life,
displaying all the colors
that lay hidden behind that wall
of faux protection.
How many times must I circle
before it crumbles,
I'm digging deep,
and I find here
a hint of faith --
faith so small,
but just enough
to finally shout
that's been silenced
and shattered hope
after shattered hope...
A cry from the deep
and hidden places--
at this hour,
at this glorious moment,
I am free.
I am me.
And I am beautiful.