Monday, August 18, 2008

Frozen Compassion

In a world full of wolves that are after my flesh,
I am finding it hard to survive;
fighting to grasp to Your promise,
the claim You have laid on my life.
But why must I carry this burden?
Knowing those who may never
know You?
I beg for Your Spirit to move them;
there's not much else I can do.

My eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief;1
for those that I know chasing idols-
from their bondage they have no relief.
Broken and crushed in this anguish
as lost sheep around me just laugh;
indulging in lies
that are making them drown,
unaware sin requires your wrath.

Is this how you felt on the cross?
at your side, a man who would die.
when you offered forgiveness
he scoffed and refused,
never to see paradise.2
How did you bear that great burden?
watching eternity slip through his hands?
I trust Your heart and Your will God,
but how could this be in Your plan?

I want to speak of Your name,
but my lips seem to be frozen shut;
how do I explain in once instance,
all that Your mercy has done?
But compassion in me only matters,
if it's translated into action.
Your truth holds infinite freedom
help me proclaim it, Lord, with a passion.

Since You are my Rock and my Fortress
for the sake of Your name
lead and guide me;
Redeem me, O LORD, God of truth,
from the traps that are set all around me.3
Seems impossible that You would use me-
I, who am but ashes and dust;
but souls all around me are dying of thirst
so press on for the gospel I must.

Hold galaxies in place with Your power,
yet You number the hairs on my head;4
You watch every sparrow that falls,
yet sustain me as my daily bread.5
I can't understand how You work Lord,
Your thoughts are far greater than mine;
but I know that You humbled Yourself
to Your death
to make wretched sinners Your prize.

Do I tremble and quake in Your presence?
Wish I could say that I do;
I wonder how small and how skewed, Lord;
how weak my perception is of You...
Will You take this day and ordain it?
Make me a vessel for You.
A conduit of Your sovereign grace,
molded jar of clay You can use.6
Show me what I can say Lord,
that glory be brought to Your name;
teach me more of who You are,
that my life may speak of Your fame.

1 Psalm 31:9
2 Luke 23
3 Psalm 31:3-5
4 Luke 12:7
5 Deut. 8:3
6 2 Cor. 4:7

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