As I take to my knees to write what is in my heart, I
desire to understand what I am giving up for.
This sacrifice of my life, this pain, this letting go, must be something I do for a great reward.
This sacrifice of my life, this pain, this letting go, must be something I do for a great reward.
The joy set before him, led Jesus to die. The cross
where He suffered is now where I died.
Long ago, I gave up the life I once had, to take from
Him what He died to give.
Now, in fear that by following in to things I do not
know – that I may never understand,
I am forced to once again trust Him with my life and
reach out with empty hands.
The good that I had, I left all behind. Now with
nothing, O Lord, I come.
Give, give me all that I desire. I desire more of You.
I desire only You.
My one great reward and my one great treasure is to
know You, to hear Your voice.
Nothing inside me understands this call. It seems like
I have given up the world.
Sometimes I wonder if I will look back one day and
wonder what fantasy it was,
That drives me to give everything away. Abandoning the
life I could have, every day.
Like the ancient ones of faith, I desire a kingdom
that is not of clay,
But I don’t know if, like them, I can spend my entire
life waiting for someday.
The pressures around me to conform to the attitudes
and lifestyles of normality,
Remind me at once of the gravity of my situation, the
futility of life, the morality of choice…
And, by the grace of God, the absolute hopelessness of
my situation apart from Christ.
If I were not first drawn into the desire to have what
is best, I could not enter rest.
But the rest eludes me in the struggle of war. To keep
the faith is tough.
When life is easy, I get careless. When it is hard, I
am tempted to let go.
But one thing keeps me holding on, pressing in. I have
found a treasure in a field,
An unshakeable kingdom, a promise that is sure, and a
fortune that will not be taken away.
In order to buy, I must give up all that I possess.
Including my life. Nothing less.
This payment not to buy, but rather be given. The
reward is priceless - sacred by blood.
For me this treasure is free, but I cannot with hands
that are full of pleasure
And a heart that is full of pride, find room for a
vision that could overflow my life.
So giving up, emptying out, losing what most desire to
gain, I complete the suffering, know joy.
I buy with a great cost what is already mine to
possess: Salvation through Jesus Christ.
Everlasting Rest.
Everlasting Rest.
This is beautifully written, Kevin, and I strongly relate. Keep pressing on!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, bountiful, and moving. I'm interested to know what thoughts inspired this piece.
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You KNOW how much I love this!!
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