TITLE: Amazed By Richard Adams 09/29/06 |
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Amazed
I am still amazed by the Father’s grace,
And how it far exceeds all bounds of space, or time and place,
To touch just one heart and lift a cast down face,
So burdened by disgrace.
The Fathers love,
Makes the way for words to shape a living thing to be, free from sin.
Changed from old to new; to make one fresh, alive again
Though torrid years cut furrowed scares;
Old wounds within.
I heard of how he touched a boy of nine
And spoke the words, “he is mine”.
As angles swooped to guide his tender feet
Along a path so steep
Grown men failed to gain their stride,
Or even end with pride.
Just a boy, but not a boy a man,
Finding place in the Father’s plan.
Never giving in or giving up,
Only reaching out to take the Father’s hand.
Trusts the voice he never heard, or even whispered,
But he gladly answered.
Faithfully forward he knew to go,
And grew to stand, and to show
How gentle is that whisper’s song,
Singing of the Father’s love.
Before a bounty the Father planned,
This man came to give a healing hand,
And a gentle word,
As a servant of The Sovereign Lord.
This same sweet grace,
That shelters as the younger grow,
Saves aged men from darkest hell to heaven’s light,
As surely as a rushing wind can blow.
Mindless causes drag men down, to every pit,
Clutching at the twisting wind, but falling still.
Yet the Father’s love moves about,
Like a wind that comes from far away to ruffle every twig and bow.
Lifting withered leaves of gold to swirling heights untold;
An image kin to spirits lost, then found.
Creation blends with grace,
And loves to manifest in ways,
Only the Father knows.
And mysteries reveal before eyes that once were old,
And the plan of God unfolds.
He builds with stones of rugged roads,
Broken hopes and weak resolves,
A man whose heart is made of words,
That quiet fear as hope grows.
Exposed to evil’s bloody trials,
His broken life then revives,
The Father’s love has captured him to be inspired
In the willing work of that sheltered boy,
Who is now empowered to deploy,
The gifts of God,
Through words and songs and joy.
Now vision in the Father’s plan,
Needs words to find the path at hand
A picture painted by the Master’s hand
As phrases flow from heart to pen
And back to heart again.
Together, these three will be,
“I in them, and you in me,
To see them united in knowing you sent me,
And love them, as you love me”. John 17
By: Rev. Rich
Sept. 28, 2006
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