Jesus - The Least of These...

I see you everywhere I go.
Tears falling on the Road to the grave.
Hurt and lonely, abused, abandoned.
Nude - no home - no warmth, nor joy.
Your voice cries out - "Save Me!"
Yet... no one hears a sound.
Too taken over with being free of You -
Yet claiming their fealty.

Conversation with the Divine

I lost my will, I can't fight back

If I do, I'll have a heart attack.

I don't know where to turn,

Don't know what to do...

Should I just run myself through?

Son, you know that's not right!

You can't do something without showing a fight!

I sent My beloved Son, My one and only

To die in your place – made Him a disgrace,

So you wouldn't have to face My wrath – happily.

Lord, I know that You love me so...

But, this problem facing me is something... out of control.

What can I do to be free of my pain?

Why can't I start all over again?

That's what I'm trying to tell you – it's true.

The fact that He died makes you something new!

You don't have to fight the problem,

Don't have to cut, or bleed...

All I ask is that you fall on your knees!

But that's so hard... I don't know if I can...

How can I humble myself when I'm a man?

How could You ask this of me?

Isn't this how You made me? Who I am?

All good and pleasant things are what I made.

I look at you and know you're charades -

and yet, I didn't make you this way.

It's life's trials and your reactions -

The very thoughts that you've attracted.

The things you do, the things you say -

They all play out ultimately in this way.

So, what You're saying, is that I'm not who I think I am.

That I'm some kind of man who was made good – like clam.

But, wait! That Can't be True! I thought, though I was made in the likeness of You -

I was born into sin, and so have everything to lose.

That is true, all of it – truely, I say to you.

However, My Son paid the price. Gave you good advice.

Said to love me, with All you are. Then love those around you

Like they're your own skin – son.

Not only that, but He is Lord.

I placed Him there of My own accord.

Nothing can change it, though you can try.

The only thing that will happen is you will cry.

The pain that comes from not listening to Him

Will rip you to shreds, you'll likely wind up dead.

So what do you decide, who will you choose?

Follow Him, or lose?

I know you want freedom -

You've got everything to lose, anyway.

Why not give it all to Him, who died for it? It'll be okay.

You'll find that He'll give you freedom – like none you could imagine.

Along with gifts that not even Kings could imagine.

Trust Me in this, when I say – There's No One like Him.

He's The I Am – The Way.

A Wonderful Mystery

What a Wonderful Mystery -
You are, King of Majesty!

Savior of all,
Creator, Redeemer,
and, Fullfiller of it all!

What a Wonderful Mystery -
That You have chosen me!

Saved me, cleaned me,
clothed me, made me brand new!
All for the sake of You.

I shall follow You all my days,
Learning all Your ways!
Lover of my soul, You cleaned me,
Made me whole.
So now, I'm Your's! I am Your's.
Use me, guide me, then fill me - so I can show more of you.

Now I know my days will be filled with ceaseless praise!
For now I know my King has done everything for me - out of Love.

You're a Wonderful Mystery!