I stand amazed at the perfection of Your plan
as barren ground brings forth fruit,
tiredness pure joy and ancient hurts fresh youth.
Surely the years that I have suffered
mild hurts to my body,
salty lacerations to my mind,
and deep, altering wounds to my soul
have not been in vain.
My famine is now surely preparation for Your rain.
And what a rain…
It is for YOU that I lived that story;
a tale of fighting and betrayal,
with villains and plot twists,
mountains to climb and dragons to slay. It is for YOU
that I lived that story
with widow sisters Sorrow gripping one hand and Suffering grasping the other
Craven Fear and Mrs. Woefull Forebodings popping in for tea
and Job’s comforters passing by just to see…
the broken me. It is for YOU and Your perfect plan that I have lived my story
for young as I am and far enough from the end
I cannot help but give You glory!
How remarkable that you should use,
seek out, hunt down and adamantly choose
the voice most drunken-loud with pride
and full of sins I cannot find the strength nor the place large
enough for it all to hide!
The ears this voice has fallen on, fallen ones
from bar to drinking hole-
every corner claimed as home by the lost soul.
This was my home, these my fellow wanderers
living heavy days of hangovers and hardness,
harboring hurt and hate and hunger
knowing nothing that can satisfy, ohh
my fellow wonderers…
Then blasted into wonderment like Saul’s return to sight by the might
of the least expected…
Slicing the eye of the hurricane in two
and parting the sea below – let
NOTHING stand in my way as I walk
My hand in the palm of my God-
the Father that will never ever fail me-
in the perfect path of his choosing,
fueled not by tequila or propane
but the joy bursting out of his powerful name.
Learning to relate and basking in His afterglow
His power creates something courageous
out of the broken pieces that I am and know.
It is no toy, this treasure I have been trusted with –
To be treasured by One so perfect is a pleasure with no end
and through my grateful lips a shocking sound has slipped.
Sssssss… ssssss… ssssss
Truly all I have has been given to me
and I know no other purpose worthy of such gifts.
Let me not cast your pearls before swine – send me.
If my voice which was made to rise to you
and fall on all around
falls only to the ground, then
I would have done murder to the souls that You would call –
And so with all I am I bawl SEND ME
It is for Your will that I have lived my story
Father, use it and use me to Your glory.