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Behold

behold The Lamb of God

Behold the Father’s heart
The mystery He lavishes on us
As deep cries out to deep
Oh, how desperately He wants use
The things of earth stand next to Him
Like a candle to the sun
Unfailing Father
What compares to His great love
Behold His holy Son
The Lion and the Lamb given to us
The Word became a man
That my soul should know its Savior
Forsaken for the sake of all mankind
Salvation is in His blood
Jesus Messiah
The righteous died for love
It wasn’t over
For He is the risen one
Then sings my soul
Then sings my soul
How great Your love is
How great Your love is
Then sings my soul
Then sings my soul
How great Your love is
How great Your love is
Then sings my soul
Behold I have a friend
The Spirit breathing holy fire within
My ever present help
Speaking truth

Let There Be Light, Hillsong

Broken To Bless

Pottery4I think it was Ruth Graham who wrote, “…there is a broken heart in every pew.”

Many years down the road, with many a “breaking-experience” under my belt, I can say a healthy amen.

We in The Church are “a building” built from broken things.

I recall when I was the editor of my women’s church newsletter.

I went to our Women’s Director purposing a series on suffering. I offered a couple of samples topics and suggested the book of Jeremiah as our ongoing theme. Her response, “We don’t want to hear about these things. Write about happy things.”

I thought at the time, “Seriously?”

I personally knew of many people in our church that were going through a very difficult time.

There were single moms, struggling to get to the next payday, wondering how they would feed their kids. Divorced dads, hemorrhaging internally, but wearing stoic smiles. People out of work wondering only two things—where and when? Folks dealing with catastrophic illnesses, for themselves, or their families. Marriages that were being held together with scotch tape, and half-hearted,  “why-do-we-even-bother” prayers.

Could she not see? Did she not hear? Or, was it just the same old coldness of heart that chooses to walk by the bleeding and broken, choosing “the other side of the road” like Jesus related in the parable of The Good Samaritan.

Today, thirty years later—I still do not understand it.

How can people who meet together to sing about loving the Lord, listen intently to all those fine-sounding-sermons about reaching the lost, but then pass the lost, messy, and broken—looking right through them?

Perhaps it’s going through a few breakings myself. Knowing firsthand, the pain and confusion; the helplessness; the dark and intense days suffering brings.

And yes, I know there are “professional victims” in our Churches. Those who seek a continual attention-feast every time you encounter them. (Yes, I know.) I have also encountered the drama-queens (and kings) who suck all the emotional oxygen from the room. Every church has these folks.

The trick, as I see it, is to not let their choices blind you to the genuine suffering that is all around us.

We are buildings filled with the broken, and yes, sometimes messy ones. People whose lives are in crisis and need our compassion and tenderness.

Our simple and decent caring.

That is what I am pleading for here—hearts that care for the wounded and brokenhearted, rather than walling ourselves off behind aloof and superior stone walls.

Jesus calls each of us to reach for His basin and towel.

My bible says no one is exempt:

Does He not call you, too?

Jesus was always tender with broken hearts—asking what He could do.

Are we, not all called by Him, to do the same?

Is not the last word… His words to us?

 “…YOU …do as I have done for you.”

BROKEN VESSEL

Into a shop, I chanced to go
Seeking vessels high and low
When in a box I casually spied
A broken vessel—cast aside

At first glance, I thought I’d take
These broken pieces for to make
A vessel “new” from broken things
To carry songs and glad tidings

But no! My Master bid me take
This broken vessel, for His sake
And look again… “This jar was you…
Before My loving grace you knew!”

“I came into this world so dark
Received the nails that made their marks,

To gather vessels—not a few,
Shattered and broken, just like YOU;

To bring to wholeness once again,
To piece and polish, glue and mend…”
Ahhhhhhhhhh, now I see!” I answered Him.

“The centerpiece for which I search,
To show, display, inside the Church,
Is BROKEN—like so many more,
That wait for us outside these doors.”

Why are we oh so slow to learn?
Why don’t we see that what man spurns,
Is just the ONE that God will use?
He chooses MOST what we refuse!

I thank you LORD for taking me
A BROKEN THING—that all could see,
Had little use… not much could be…
Reclaimed… restored… for Your glory!

 

 

 

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Beloved Prodigal… (Part 1 ~ bat Shuvah)

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The road you’re on is not an easy one. (I should know.) I have been down your road.

It is for that reason I wrote this book.

I am hoping it will plant some seeds of trust in that heart of yours.

The Jewish would call me “bat Shuvah”—she who has returned.

I have returned.

  • To my Abba-Father God.
  • To The Church.
  • I am a Prodigal no longer.

Yes, I returned.

But you know what?

I confess (even today) I still struggle to not get discouraged and go over that hill again.

Perhaps that’s because I also have learned—today’s Church can be a cold and lonely place for the wounded and broken. All the disillusioned, angry, and messy-ones. And yeah, it scares me to confess that truth to you.

Truth is, I grew up in a house full of secrets.

In my house?

It was definitely not okay to be wounded or broken.

(That would have been admitting the truth.)

No, appearances had to be kept up at all cost. Illusions were prized far above truth.

I still shake my head today, thinking back, looking at the choices my parents made I wonder, “Why would anyone want to live like that?” Then, I look at how it still is in today’s Church and I realize, not much has changed. People still live lives of posing and pretense.

Perhaps they think it easier… less messy—to just fake it.

But my heart has to ask, “Isn’t that just a waste… to live an unreal life?”

I mean…

“How do you ever become “REAL” without telling your real story?”

6a1d6b965ff0038f17473284a4997d96So, here it is. Mine, with all of its ugly scars, brittle edges, and more than a little healed-crooked, hard won, Jacob-type-leaning, and limping.

I’ve come a long way from that crooked and broken road.

(Been through some fierce storms, too.)

I hope I’ve learned—a little…

And maybe even earned… my place?

To speak to that deeply wounded heart of yours.

 



 


 

Golden Wings

b 1I used to think so long ago

“I am a worm and very low”

I could not see nor understand,

This destiny—with plans so grand!

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But here we are! (You ‘n me…)

We’re skimming clouds—bold and free!

I’ve wings to fly, to sail, to go…596c447d0080a0affc91f6ce4c8ab17a

I’m soaring now—beyond rainbows!

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Dancing up among the stars,

I’ve left the earth, with iron bars!

No more cramped, imprisoning space;

All darkness gone, it’s been erased…

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With Dreams and Rainbows from above!

How could YOU love a worm so low?

How could You cause her heart to glow…

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With joy and laughter—more n’ more;

Is this “The Plan” You had in store?

For ME?

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This gift of Yours…

These GOLDEN WINGS!

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27 Why say you, Jacob, and speak, Israel, My way is hid from Yahweh, and the justice due to me is passed away from my God? 28 Have you not known? have you not heard? The everlasting God, Yahweh, the Creator of the ends of the earth, doesn’t faint, neither is weary; there is no searching of his understanding. 29 He gives power to the faint; and to him who has no might he increases strength. 30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: 31 but those who wait for Yahweh shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.

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The Message

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
    or, whine, Israel, saying,
God has lost track of me.
    He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening?
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
    He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
    And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
    gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
    young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
    They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
    they walk and don’t lag behind.

Messenger Of Hope

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It’s time to open wide your mouth

And scatter as you sing,

The seeds of joy—from tears you shed

Into the hearts of those I bring

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You are the one I’ve chosen child

For this time near the end

To be My Kingdom’s messenger

Sowing hope in hearts we’ll mend

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You’ve been blessed to be a blessing;

As you’re sent throughout the earth,

To gather up the sheaves of harvest,

As Spirit brings forth new births

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Comfort as you have been comforted;

Bind up all heart’s that bleed

Tell them the love of Jesus

Will heal their every need

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Share your story of loss and pain

Of struggles, grief, and scars,

Of dark’s defeat, and hopes now bourne,

On victorious wings—up to the stars!

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Out On A Limb

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I know You are the Tree of Life

That, I can clearly see

And out there on that frightful limb

Is where You’ve beckoned me

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You’re calling me to come again

To that old place where I have been

How can you ask me Lord to go?

Back to prison-place, I  hated so

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You’re asking me to trust You;

Didn’t I do that once before?

I asked You for a miracle

Instead You closed all doors

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Yet something deep within me knows

No safer place can be

Than out there on that dreaded branch

To cling, and wait for Thee

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So here I am—please take my fears

 Give new heart  brave and bold;

Away old doubts—bring me out!

So I can soar, when wings unfold…

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I’ll pay the price so I can fly

Up to that moon of gold

With love from You—and dreams anew

Bringing hope to young and old!

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The Parable: A Dark Constriction

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All this way! All this effort! To end up here…

in this miserable,

dark place.

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(I don’t like this place…)

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Dream-Maker? Do You hear me? I hate this place!

Oh-why-oh-why, did I ever pray those prayers!

Dream-Maker how much longer? Haven’t I waited long enough? Dream-Maker?

I did everything You told me to do—I followed. I obeyed chrysalis-clipart-butterfly-pupaYour instructions. Is this all there is? Is this what obeying gets you?

A tight dark cell—alone? Dream-Maker, why don’t You answer me?

I call and call…  are You there?

 

(DREAM-MAKER:)

I’m here.

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Oh…  (whew!) Dream-Maker, it’s You!

I called and called…

Can we go now?

Is it time?

Dream-Maker? (sniff-sniff)

Pleeeeeeeez… let me out!

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10 Who is among you who fears Yahweh, who obeys the voice of his servant? He who walks in darkness, and has no light, let him trust in the name of Yahweh, and rely on his God.

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Delays Are Not Denials

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Like withering grass, days slowly pass;

I wonder why You haven’t come.

My dreams still wait—the hour is late;

When will my great deliverance be?

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And bending low, You whisper, “So…

You think this dream you’re longing for,

Is way behind, and you can’t find,

The pathway out of great dilemma?”

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Ah, child of Mine, for gold refined…

Is it not true Refiner waits…

To see in gold—His image bold,

One of His Son—Sweet Lamb of God?

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These long delays, met with dismay,

Will yield a treasure—more shining glory;

And when you tell, (you know it well)

Of desert days? What awesome story!

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Then waiting days, with irksome delays,

Will sing of praise and greater glory;

And many shall see, your trusting in Me,

As Golden Light shines from your life!

And you shall know, from days you sowed,

This Harvest Dream—come true, “At last!”

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Changed In The Dark

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I’ve had you in the dark – it’s true!

How could you understand?

That all from the beginning

Is exactly as I’ve planned.

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Could I choose, dear one, to smash your heart?

No, it would be cruelest wrong

Instead my plan, to change your heart,

And give it bright new song

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I know the dark times frightened you

And filled your heart with dread…

But could I have surprised you

If you’d glanced what was ahead?

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Release the past – gone is the old;

“Away… all former things!”

Instead unfold, with heart now bold

My gift to you… these WINGS!

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