Though none go with me, Still I will follow

 

I’m like a disease,
A spreading sea of insecurity
To those with closed ears
With eyes that were
too comfortable asleep.
But I think that I’m alright with that
Jesus was a homeless man.
He was skilled and He was brave
He had a voice and He had a name
And it was Love,
And Love was rich, but He was poor;
He was the man on the street
we find our own ways to ignore.
But my heart churns in my chest,
Outside of Him, I find no other rest;
I cannot walk past Him anymore.
When He draws in my eyes,
He draws me to life,
He paints and creates and portrays
how to die
more to myself to be more alive.
I want to bring
Him honor and praise
and the glory of His name
to those that haven’t heard it,
But to those that have, too.
I want to be gentle and wise,
unable to shut my eyes
to the brokenhearted and the pain.
I, the overbearing stain
of these iniquities,
We, Christians--
These blemishes on the face of Christ.
We, Christians--
Ambassadors
of the One who paid too high a price
for us to pay; We wouldn’t even try.
Everyday
I grow deep into His love,
Everyday
I ask Him to empty my cup.
I want to walk in love
And talk in love
And be in Love.
Everyday.
And most days,
it’s not easy to love;
All I can decipher is the desire to run.
But I call to Him,
and slowly, I see my heart coming undone.
And He’s says the fight I’m in
has already been won.
So I wait for Him to tell me where to move,
with a false notion
that I’ve got something left to prove.
But it’s all still new-
not knowing what I should do,
and still doing it.
I want to be alive,
so these thoughts won’t be mine,
So the glory and pride
of my own name dies,
So I can walk in His will,
the one He intended for my life.
I want to delight in Him,
to fight for Him
To shed light on His story,
the one He wrote for me
and for you--
The Love He pours out
while we cling to our doubts
that keep us without
understanding.
I want to live in that love
And give with that love
And learn and forgive and forget
with that love.
I ask Him to align my heart with His
to erase the former ways my mind has been,
To rid my soul of all its sin,
against only Him, the transgression
that I commit.
Even as it draws me to my knees in surrender
Even if I’m like a disease or a leper,
eternally healed,
“To You alone,
May my spirit yield”
I want to be the love that can’t be concealed.

As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God… – Psalm 42:1-2

Trust in the Lord, and do good;
dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness.
Delight yourself in the Lord,
and He will give you the desires of your heart.
Commit your way to the Lord,
trust in Him and He will act… - Psalm 37:3-5

I want to delight myself in the Lord so He will give me the desires of my heart, when all my heart knows how to desire is Him.