Monday, November 28, 2016

Not Forsaken {original song}


Your love, has met me where I am
You see, where Your chosen bride has been
You know, just how far I ran
Yet You come, and You choose me once again


You have not forsaken me
Your love has not rejected me

You are always here with me
You pursue me when I flee

No, You have not forsaken me


Your blood, has washed my sin-stained hands
Your grace, gave Your bride a thousandth chance
You breathe, and a flame begins to dance
Purify, my love in Your romance


You have not forsaken me
Your love has not rejected me

You are always here with me
You pursue me when I flee

No, You have not forsaken me


Oh, how I've longed
For the fullness You provide

Lord, I have searched
You alone can satisfy

Oh, how I've wandered
Now I'm coming back to You

Meet me here, Jesus
Do what only You can do

Oh, I'm coming back to You
I'm coming back

Oh, You never left me
Though I left a thousand times
Oh, You are steady
You have never left my side


You have not forsaken me
Your love has not rejected me

You are always here with me
You pursue me when I flee

No, You have not forsaken me

Friday, November 25, 2016

Broken Run


Jesus, Jesus.

I am coming to You. Straight to You.

I'm not waiting til I get my act together, I'm not lining up my ducks

I'm just running.

I'm running broken.

With my idols, my ideals, my illusions.

My addictions, my confusion, my obsessions.

With my anger, my distraction, my repression.

I'm coming towards You, knowing I cannot shake these off & bind them without You.

I'm coming sick with grief I thought I should have overcome months ago.

I come because I know now that no one else will do, no one else could save me.

I was waiting for a savior on a white horse,

& it's You.

It has always been You.

So here I am, here I've come, & this is what it's come to.

My stomach is turning as I reflect on the mess I've made, & the ways I've tried to clean it up.

I confess, & I leave my hands open. They're bloody & stained, full of lies.

I thought I could bury this; cover it all up with the right image of wholeness so that maybe even I could forget the brokenness that lurks beneath.

I've wandered from grace, & have desired the things that I hate.

I can see it now, how the things that I thought were the most crippling were an invitation to wholeness.

What I saw as abandonment was an invitation to intimacy.

When it seemed like I had been forgotten & forsaken, I was the only one who had turned away.

My hope seemed gone because I had hoped in things that disappoint.


All was vanity when my eyes weren't fixed on you.

I kept on waiting for acceptance & not receiving it from Your open hand.

Your open heart ...

Arms stretched wide on the cross in broken welcome.

That is the posture I picture when I think of the father of the prodigal returning.

Like You couldn't show how widely Your arms were to me without breaking Your very bones.

As though You were lifted up so that I could see You from how far I had run.

I don't have to hide anymore.

You see me, You know me, & still,

You want me.

Choose me.

Out of the mire & the dust.

I need not wait for any other rescue.