THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Friday, September 29, 2006
Will I sing for You Jesus, or in awe of You be still.I remember the times I felt dry.
I remember the times I felt burdened.
I remember the times I felt ecstatic.
People go through a tumble of emotions.
But I always want to come back to the basics, what's inside.
When the music fades, all is stripped away, and I simply come.If life was a kidnapping incident and Jesus paid the ransom, how come the people have been so used to living under the kidnapper that they refuse to go back home? Or maybe they do, but their so used to the voice of thee kidnapper and have forgotten the One that paid for their release. But still God is faithful...
Measured out the universe and You made me.I've only just begun to see the miracles God has done. A backslided brother returning to God, a direct sharing bearing fruits, touching lives in one encounter, feeling so loved as I sit here that I can't help but want to spread it around. If at my deathbed, I really really wonder, what will go through my mind as I step into eternity.
He called me by my name, when God ran.I think the people in my life will flash by.
I think the things in my life that matter will come out strongly.
I think the things in my life that didn't will stick out like a sore thumb.
I don't like what pleasures I've obtained will come into mind.
I think I will start to think about the people in my life who were not saved.
I think I would worry for the ones I love.
I think I would pray for them greatly.
I think I would understand many things which before I never could.
I think I would be thankful for the vision from so long ago.
I think I would proclaim that He is God.
Won't you come and heed your Father's cry...
Psychedelic;
6:59 PM
