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Topic: Weary (05/03/12)
By Graham Insley
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
That even in objection I can’t raise a shout.
My legs ache, ache to the centre of the bone,
Father, I wish You’d relent, call me home.
To lift my arms in praise is now just a chore,
The weariness goes deep to my very core,
I’ve had it, I submit, throw in the towel,
My guts a tightly twisted, knotted bowel.
Whatever happened to my cheer?
When did I become so full of fear?
When did depression creep on in?
When did faith’s vision get so dim?
I remember when once I stood against the flow,
I remember declaring Your Word for all to know.
I thought then Your calling was more than enough,
But I didn’t know the church could play so rough.
Dreams were shattered as the name calling began,
Self justifications were the songs that we all sang,
And Your Word that demands that we look at self,
Was far more comfortable left on a dusty shelf.
Whatever happened to refiner’s fire?
When did we lose our holy desire?
When did hearts become an excuse,
To live a life full of justified abuse?
It isn’t a life saved if it isn’t a life transformed,
Returned to the Father for Whom it was formed.
And many a preacher has been sent to the grave,
By the very same lives he only wanted to save.
Struggling with criticism can wear you right out,
Everything being questioned, brought into doubt.
So make sure at the very next meeting you attend,
Look the preacher in the eye, “Thank you, friend.”
Whatever happened to gratitude?
Christians are polite, not rude.
So thank the preacher one and all,
It isn’t easy to answer the call.
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