Living Sacrifice

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-set to "Solemn Promise"

Father, I come to You with my offering of praise
This mortal's cup that has been broken and drained
With eyes of faith, I look up into Your face
Take hold of my heart and arrest me with Your gaze

I lift up my hands, to be lifted up by You
Who can satisfy the King of All, with a gift?
Yet here I am, surrendered; Your fire of love to consume
You draw me to Yourself, and in Your lap I sit

Oh my mind is distracted: "How can He take delight in what I bring
My Father who possesses everything?"
But the Creator is honored, when His creation, returning
Surrenders to His refining and His relating

I said, "Here I am, what would You have of me?"
And You enfolded me in Your arms, embracing
"It is enough," You whispered, "That you have come
Oh, how I have longed for you, My daughter, My son"

But my heart protests, "Surely, He is unable to be here for me
When there are so many siblings vying Him with their needs"
Yet if one ocean is able to immerse millions and delight
Then He is able to keep all, including me, as the apple of His eye

"It's too good to be true!" My carnal strength resists
Yet still His voice calls out and His loving will persists
His awesome majesty corrects me to a child-like state
That even in my lack, I should acknowledge Him

That He may direct my fate
Meditation drowns out the malice of my Enemy
His lie that claims I have no audience with my Father-King
Why hasn't this breath of Life been completely severed?
Because my Dad is calling me into His courts, with thanksgiving to enter

This time and space, this gift of the moment
Of His yearning lovingkindness, it is a token
As long as I have on me His blood and in me, His breath
Nothing can separate me from Him, neither life nor dea

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