I have been listening to this song on repeat lately. I heard it for the first time on Easter Sunday which is incredibly fitting. I could start an entire blog dedicated to the medicinal quality of worship music. I understand worship is for service; I am not about to get into an iron-jawed worship debate with anyone. All I am saying is:
When it
Comes
Down
Between
Brain pills
And
This song...
This poetry
Resonates with me,
And pierces the
Darkness
All
The
Day
Long.
And pierces the
Darkness
All
The
Day
Long.
My savior conquered death:
All the death coursing through my veins,
All the death surrounding me,
All the death I will face
For the rest of my life.
It is finished.
My savior resides inside of me. I forget that. I am not feeble flesh. I am chosen with every breath. I am adopted. I am ordained. I am more than my imperfect words and foolishness.
A friend once challenged me in prayer. She said to go back to my darkest memory and look around the room. Where was Christ?
In every memory of pain as a child:
He was usually sitting next to me--
Indian style--
[Cross-legged] on the floor.
[Cross-legged] on the floor.
In every situation where I have been abandoned:
He was always standing between
The Hurt
And
Myself--
The Hurt
And
Myself--
Like a shield.
In all the moments when
I was
The Hurt
I was
The Hurt
[In all my self destruction]
I see Him
Wrapping me up gently like a small child.
I am often impatient with The Lord. I accuse Him of never showing up on time, never speaking loud enough, and never giving direct answers. I admit...I often forget Christ died for me. It is as if I am saying:
"I know you died for me, but..."
Outside of defeating death, what more can we ask for? He has already satisfied our needs. I have lost the right to walk in chains.
Christ conquered the grave.
I am eternally secure in more than enough.