It Was Worth It All

Faced with sore abuse and scorn
Death for life, die to be born
On this cross i am made unknown
And from my father left all alone
My own disciple denied me thrice
But what am i to do but pay their price
Left there to bleed -- all my love
I was the promise seed
They saw in my disfigured face
That I wanted them to bathe in my grace
They saw in me their eternal life would be a bliss
To know it really began from just a kiss
Hurting me now when will this pain end
But once your heart opens letting me come in,
It was all worth it
It was worth it all.

Let Him Have His Way

Since writing Move Me, I have experienced tremendous pain. I did ask God to allow whatever brought me closer to Him in my life. Last night I could not sleep because of the pain, I found myself reading "My Utmost For His Highest" by Oswald Chambers. If God has put his call on you He will do to you as He has not with other people. God is breaking us, molding us, whatever he chooses. Why He is doing it, we don't know. We must let Him have His way.

Move me Lord

Standing on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold waves crashing against the rocky shore hands held open feeling the breeze sweep across everything standing still. A promising taunting as if daring to move the cliff underneath me.
"If you can move this mountain, just please won't you move me!"
Whether its the whisper of death's sudden cold chill, the laughter of sweet fellowship or the burning incense of prayer, as long as it moves me closer to thee Lord...

Move me into thine embrace
Help me run this race
To leave this world with a trace
Of God's forgiving grace

Up That Lonely Hill

I went for a jog, on my way back I decided to walk up the hill and then begin jogging on the flat road up ahead. As I began the walk up I felt my muscles exert tremendous effort and the realization of how tired I really was, kicked in.
A thought struck me about the Lord. He walked up a hill much higher than this one, he was much more tired than I and he bore a cross on his shoulders. If I did not continue my significantly small trek towards my house I would never get home. Eventually my husband would drive around and look for me. But if Jesus gave up and never finished that long walk none of us would have gotten home – that is, our heavenly home. Would someone come looking for Jesus and take him up to the hill? And if anyone loved him enough they may not have let him finish that walk up, knowing it was his death. They might have thought it a favor not to help him up Golgotha hill. It was important for him to go on even with no help (but God’s help).
We must continue, never giving up never waiting for a rescue, sometimes a rescue may ruin us. We must keep climbing up and not looking but heavenwards for help. We may never get rescued but we must go on nonetheless. We must never let anything stop us from “getting there”.
Hebrews 12:1,2 “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.”