Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Waiting for the Day





Wait, I can hardly wait 
To look into Your face 
When the world disappears into Your eyes 
Wait, I can hardly wait 
To hear Your sweet voice say 
You've done well, my good and faithful son 
Breathe, I can hardly breathe 
In anticipation 
Waiting for the day to come 
When You will shine on me 
Wait, I can hardly wait 
To bow down at Your feet 
Kiss the scars that bore my sins away 
Breathe, I can hardly breathe 
In anticipation 
Waiting for the day to come 
When You will shine on me 



What can I say? What words can I bring?

He is my best friend. He is my Redeemer. He is my Righteousness.

I am broken and weary...

A wayward sinner. Cursed and shattered. Hurt and Lost.

I look around desperately for someplace to rest. For a refuge. For safety and shelter. Battered by the storm, I call out in the night. Only one place do I find the sanctuary for which my heart cries.

 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High 
   will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 
                            -Psalm 91:1

He holds me. He cradles me. He sings over me. 

His kindness and tenderness and deep love for me woos my heart. There is passion and pureness and a great filling of my deepest hunger and longings. In Him there is wholeness. In Him there is Peace. 

There is a sweetness and a richness in His Arms. My heart knows it. My heart knows He is beautiful and sweet. 

Submerged in grief, I find myself longing for a time of rejoicing again, but a breathe of air my lungs do not receive. A long and deep trench of mourning has been my way and my path. But lo, in the waters of grief and sorrow there is a treasure and a nearness to His Heart for which I will eternally rejoice. For my Savior knows too those depths, and His Heart is moved by my sorrow. He dove into those depths Himself and one day will wipe away every tear from every face. 

For now, this is my cup and my portion. I do not know the way, but I know the One who tenderly takes me by the Hand and leads me forward. He leads me onward. He dismisses not my sorrows. He sees every tear that flows and falls.  He treasures every one. 

And there is Joy here. There is gladness. As deep as my sorrow cuts and as deep as the blood of Jesus flowed...there is Joy and Hope and Gladness.

How beautiful is He. How beautiful is He. 

How Great is His Love. How personal and deep. How much more real than anything I have ever known? This is the One for whom my heart longs and beats. 

And one day, one Day, my greatest dream. The deepest cry and longing of my heart:

I will look into His Eyes. I will meet Him face to Face. I will hear His sweet, sweet Voice. I will see the scars that rescued me.

I will praise Him. 

Holy. Holy. Holy.

I will sing.

Until then,

I mourn, I hope, I sing, I praise, I seek, I hunger, I thirst, 

I wait. I dream. 

Breathe, I can hardly breathe 
In anticipation 
Waiting for the day to come 
When You will shine on me 


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