Who is this Father?
Who asks permission
to heal,
Who asks permission
to touch my wounds
so that He can heal them,
Who waits for me
to open the door
and let Him in
Who is this Father?
Who asks me to surrender
the walls around those wounds,
Who understands exactly
why I've built them up,
so carefully,
so desperately
over many years,
walls I have needed
to keep me safe
Who is this Father?
Who could demand
I let Him in
but doesn't,
Who could control me
but doesn't
Who longs to heal
and hold me,
Who waits until I let Him
touch those wounds,
Who understands why
I push Him away
and shut Him out
Who is this Father?
Who reaches out
in a myriad of ways,
whose heart breaks
and aches
for the brokenness in me,
Who gave His Son
and watched Him break
so I could be free
and whole
Who is this Father?
Who knows every nook and cranny,
every drawer and cupboard
of my fragile soul,
who holds the keys
to those hidden places
but still asks permission
to use those keys,
whose grace
softens my heart
and gives me
the courage I need
to surrender
Who is this Father?
Who bends down His ear
to me
whose heart is inclined
towards me
who watches and waits
and works
underneath the surface,
whose love
reaches me
in the wrestle
and in the whispers
Who is this Father?
Who asks me to surrender
what His Son
has already carried,
Who offers me beauty
for my ashes,
honour for my shame,
the oil of joy
for my despair,
whose truth and mercy
meet together
to heal me
Who is this Father?
Who relentlessly pursues me,
whose love is constant
like the waves on the shore,
gently coming
again and again,
who is ready to run
towards me
but waits
till I take that first step,
till I am ready to stop hiding
and say,
"Father, please help me"
http://www.thomfulmer.com/thom-fulmer-2/the-prodigal-father
The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.’ Zeph 3:17
Beautiful words from 'God of All My Days' by Casting Crowns
I ran from You, wandered in the shadows
And found a God, who relentlessly pursues
I hid from You, haunted by my failure
And found the God, whose grace still covers me
I fell on You when I was at my weakest
And found the God, the lifter of my head
And I've worshipped You and felt You right beside me
You're the reason that I sing
'Cause You are the God of all my daysEach step I take, You make a wayI will give You all my praiseMy seasons change, You stay the sameYou're the God of all my days
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