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refuge

You are my refuge in the storm,
When trials surge and conflicts swarm,
Your presence alone will transform
            The squall into a calm.
You are my faith in my unbelief,
My consolation in my grief.
Your presence alone brings relief,
            A cool and curing balm.

You are my retreat in the chaos
Of each twisting turn and toss,
Your presence overwhelms my loss,
            With tranquility.
You pursue me when I run and hide,
You share my burden, walk by my side.
Your presence alone dispels my pride
            With your humility.

You are my shelter from the tempest,
When my soul is distraught and distressed,
Your presence alone brings peace and rest.
            I know I am not alone.
You sing a love song over me,
Grace and justice in harmony,
Your presence alone the melody,
            A soul-soothing tone.

blessed

Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the LORD his God,
who made heaven and earth,
the sea, and all that is in them,
who keeps faith forever;
who executes justice for the oppressed,
who gives food to the hungry.   

The LORD sets the prisoners free;
the LORD opens the eyes of the blind.
The LORD lifts up those who are bowed down;
the LORD loves the righteous.
The LORD watches over the sojourners;
he upholds the widow and the fatherless,
but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

The LORD will reign forever,
your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the LORD!

(Psalm 146.5-10 ESV)

Victorious God

Victorious God
King of all kings
Beyond my façade
My stirred soul sings
Of you and your love
Of your rich grace
Below and above
My deepest disgrace 

You alone are God of all
You alone are worthy of praise
You have conquered death and the fall
You are God, the Ancient of Days 

You rise to our cries
As you rose from the grave
With love in your eyes
And a yearning to save
You weep for the lost
And rejoice with the found
You have counted the cost
Your mercies abound 

You alone are God of all
You alone are worthy of praise
You have conquered death and the fall
You are God, the Ancient of Days 

From Calvary’s mount
From the empty tomb
Springs an endless fount
To engulf and consume
The dry, thirsty soul
In its cleansing flood
Healed and made whole
By the water and blood

You alone are God of all
You alone are worthy of praise
You have conquered death and the fall
You are God, the Ancient of Days

one embrace

The theme of my song 
The cry of my heart
A place to belong
No longer apart
To be close to you
Closer than skin
Restored and renewed
True peace within

You and I 
Bound by blood 
You and I 
Falling in love 
You and I 
Bound by grace 
You and I 
One embrace  

My soul is consumed 
By this love I found
Like spring flowers bloom
Sweet fragrance abound
You delight in me
And call me your son
Your mercy sets free 
We dance with abandon

You and I 
Bound by blood 
You and I 
Falling in love 
You and I 
Bound by grace 
You and I 
One embrace

how he loves

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And O how He loves us, oh,
O how He loves us,
How He loves us all

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes.
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest.
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way

O how He loves us, oh,
O how He loves us,
How He loves us all.

Yeah He loves us,
O how He loves us,
O how He loves us,
O how He loves.

David Crowder

reign . . . rule

“Behold, a king will reign in righteousness . . .” (Isaiah 32.1a ESV).

This prophecy is just one of many pointing toward the day when the promised Messiah would arrive and usher in His kingdom. The coming King would fulfill the covenant that God made to Abraham. And He would be a faithful mediator in a way that Moses could not be. He would be a blameless King in a way that David was unable to be.

This King will rule and reign in righteousness over a kingdom that has no borders. His kingdom cannot be overthrown. No coup can succeed against it. It subverts other kingdoms without taking them over. This kingdom is so far above earthly concepts of a kingdom that its King, when describing it, had to resort to parables that began with the phrase “The kingdom of God is like . . .” for there is no human language that can explain it and no human intellect that can comprehend it.

But the thing that jumps out the most about this prophecy in Isaiah is the second half of the verse. “. . . and princes will rule in justice” (Isaiah 32:1b). The children of this King, His royal heirs, will be known by how they rule. They will be fair. They will be just and virtuous. They will be honest. They will rule in direct correlation to their submission to their King. Once we surrender our lives to the Him, we realize that He calls us to a unique mission. We are to go forth and draw others to Him. External force cannot be exerted. Reconciliation, not domination, is the goal of this kingdom.

Isaiah goes on to describe the manner in which the children of this servant King will rule: “Each will be like a hiding place from the wind, a shelter from the storm, like streams of water in a dry place, like the shade of a great rock in a weary land. Then the eyes of those who see will not be closed, and the ears of those who hear will give attention. The heart of the hasty will understand and know, and the tongue of the stammerers will hasten to speak distinctly” (verses 2-4).

The method in which we rule will be directly affected by the influence and authority we allow the King to have in our lives. The degree to which we surrender to His reign will dictate the manner in which we rule. The King made it very clear in an analogy how much His children depend on Him. He said, “Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing” (John 15.4-5 ESV).

Behold, a coming King will reign
And rule in righteousness
Whose advent was of old ordained
Before this world was formed and framed.
To liberate the oppressed.

His children will rule with justice,
Each prince and each princess,
They’ll be a healing hospice,
A peaceful place of solace,
To those lost and in distress.

Each will be like a safe haven
From the wind and storms,
To all who feel the sting of sin,
Every one be welcomed in
Where love restores and transforms.

Each will be like a refreshing spring
In the dry and barren desert,
From the scorched ground bubbling,
Causing the parched tongue to sing,
Quenching more than thirst.

They are the great Rock’s shadow
In a hot and weary land,
To the orphan and the widow,
To those overcome with sorrow.
They extend their King’s hand.

Then eyes will see, ears will hear,
Truth will be disclosed.
Emmanuel, God draws near,
Dispelling any doubt and fear
With the love songs He composed.

The fearful heart will understand
And know love’s sacrifice.
The stammering tongue will proclaim
In clear tones Messiah’s name,
The King of kings, Jesus Christ.

Our King is a suffering servant, not a dominant dictator. And so, as His princes and princesses, we must be willing to follow His example.

christmas bells

My favorite Christmas carol is “O Come O Come Emmanuel.” But a close second is this one based on a Longfellow poem. I was reminded of it recently by some fellow missionaries.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail,
The right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Till, ringing singing, on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, 
A chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men!

                                            (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1863)

So may you rejoice in this season of remembering the first advent of our soon-returning King.

incarnation of grace

We are the incarnation of grace,
Radiance in this darkened place,
Hope where hope has been erased,
We are the incarnation of grace.

We are the aroma of the risen Christ,
His presence to the estranged and enticed,
His victory to those locked in sin’s vice,
We are the aroma of the risen Christ. 

We are His hands offering assistance,
His proximity to those kept at a distance.
His strength to those with no resistance,
We are His hands offering assistance.

We are His defense to those under attack,
His feet to those off the beaten track,
The rear-guard for those lingering back,
We are His defense to those under attack.

We are the incarnation of grace,
Radiance in this darkened place,
Hope where hope has been erased,
We are the incarnation of grace.

worth

It is not uncommon to hear someone say that they are only presenting the gospel message from the Bible, as if they are merely conveying truth and everyone else who presents it differently has an agenda and is warped in their presentation. But the reality is that how we interpret the good news will directly affect how we extend it to others.

And I believe that it starts with “worth.” There are some in Christendom who view the gospel as starting out that we are vile sinners only worthy of eternal damnation and separation, so the good news is that Jesus lived and died to make us worthy of eternity with Him in heaven. And there are others who feel that the good news is that I have worth, worth that’s been distorted and deformed by sin, and that Jesus lived and died and rose again to restore that worth so I can partner with the living God in letting others know that they are loved and have worth.

You are loved and have worth.

thankful

I’m thankful for a God whose love
has depths and dimensions
that defy comprehension,
whose mercy and compassion
have neither limit nor ration,
and exceed the confines
of my feeble mind.
I’m thankful for a God whose grace exceeds
my ability to squander it,
who pursues me in my wandering,
who never gives up,
who always lives up
to His name
and glory
and honor.
I’m thankful for the Christ, the Messiah,
who dwelt among the least,
the despised and diseased,
who was maligned and falsely accused,
whose body was battered and abused.
I’m thankful for a mount called Golgotha
where love personified
and incarnate died,
where mercy and justice united,
man and God no longer divided.
I’m thankful for a tomb,
empty,
gaping,
vacant,
evidence of a resurrection power,
proof that death has been devoured,
power that is now mine
thru the resurrection of the divine,
so I shall not die, but live,
forgiven so I can also forgive.
I’m thankful for the abiding and patient Spirit,
the living God in me
setting me free
from my captivity.
I’m thankful for the power of that same Spirit within me
using me to draw women and men
to the God who’s in love with them,
in spite of me,
not because of me.
I’m thankful for the blessed hope of the soon return
of the slain and risen Lamb,
Son of God and of man,
the King of kings,
the Lord of lords,
of whom saints and angels sing
in harmonious chords.
I’m thankful that His return will birth
and usher in the new heaven and earth.
Gone will be sorrow and sin.
Gone will be death and disease.
All the redeemed will be welcomed in
to joy and bliss that will not cease.
Gone will be all that keeps this feeble man
from pure communion
from perfect union
with my God and with my fellow man.
I’m thankful for a faithful God who has fulfilled His covenant
thru Jesus Christ our Lord.
So let us all in one accord,
each who now rejoices
lift our joyous voices
and proclaim, “We are thankful!”

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