Friday, October 5, 2012
without it, I would not have known
Without darkness, I would not have known light,
Without shame, His Grace would not have seemed so bright.
If not for seeing lack, mere cents left alone,
How ever could joy in abundance be known?
Sickness churning deep and scrapes dripping red,
If not for these, no compassion for how You bled.
Hungry in fasting, yearning and desperate.
Not to feel empty, food lacks delight of it.
Were I never the distressed, no despair -
My eyes unable to drink The Rescuer there.
No black night ... no orange dawn
No decaying trunks ... no new green moss
No sharp pain ... no thankful healing
No fear of battle ... no sweet triumph
If I had not opened my hands to what You gave...
I cannot bear the thought of these paths unpaved.
"What I tell you now in the darkness, shout abroad when daybreak comes. What I whisper in your ear, shout from the housetops for all to hear!" -Matthew 10:27 (NLT)
Oh, God - I beg of You to bring glory to Yourself through my broken, dirty, fallen vessel. Only a God so wonderful as You could do that.