* Note to My Readers: Due to the busyness of the next month and a half, I'm making a few minor changes to my schedule of posting. All posts will continue to be made daily and will consist of material that has not appeared before on this blog. However, because my time will be taken up by my final thesis defense for my Master of Church History degree and by a trip to the Holy Land, several of my ongoing series will be on hold until May.

- On Wednesdays, I'll be posting some of my original poems from my college years, and then in May my "Evangeliad" poems will resume.

- On Thursdays, my series on "How to Be Miserable in Your Christian Life" will wrap up by the end of March. That will conclude that series for now; however, if you enjoyed it, please let me know, because I may add more to it at some later point.

- And on Fridays, my "Glimpses of Grace" series will be on hiatus until May. In the meantime, it will be replaced with a serialized, unpublished novella that I wrote back in 2005, "Worth It All." Beginning in the first week of May, "Glimpses of Grace" will return, this time in the Thursday slot, and a newly-composed adventure novel will be posted on Fridays.

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

Even This

The dry pools are bathed in joy,
And the painful void has been filled up.
Where once sin mocked me,
Now I find the strength to sing again,
      And such a song
            As the world has never heard.
In the middle of my rebellion,
In the middle of my pain,
There he came to me one more time,
And there I saw his face.
When I thought all hope was lost,
It was then he smiled on me,
      That breathless, beautiful smile,
            Calling me away to adventure.
And with riven hands he called me in,
And the words he spoke that day
Have beckoned my stony heart
      To beat again.

“Even this,” he told me,
“Even this I have covered.
I’ve known all your sins
Since before your days began,
And through them all I’ve loved you,
And ever shall I love.
You are mine, my child,
And you are mine, my friend,
And even in this I embrace you.
Walk with me in the power of my love,
And you will find a joy and wonder
Far beyond these cheap delights
Which you so vainly hold.
Oh, yes, I’ve seen them all,
And I have mourned with you
      Because of them.
You need not hide from me.
Now come—rise, and follow me.
My blood has covered it all—
Even this.”

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