Submission

Not My Will,

But Your Will now,

I do know why but I don’t see how

I can drink this cup and face this test

When my Spirit is troubled

And My Heart is stressed.

But at the Cross I leave My Will

And turn to You in Need until

You turn and walk away from Me,

I am forsaken!

You are hurting Me!

But Father, here I am,

Broken,

Waiting in the horrors unspoken,

Six hours will I take on board

What humanity could not afford.

I take their pride, their selfishness,

Their greed and their callousness,

Their evil thoughts and deeds so dark,

They blemish Me,

They pierce My heart.

I take their sickness, grief and loss,

I carry it upon this cross,

In agony I tell the Truth,

I did this all because of You.

Because, Dear Father, You asked of Me,

To love and set the captives free,

To give sight to the blind and open prison doors,

To love like You and care for the poor.

To use My flesh as Son of Man

And enter into Your Good Plan

To fellowship with all You made

And through My Blood remove the grave

Of darkness, separation, grief

I tore the veil and gave men speech –

To confess that I Am the Way, the Truth and Life

To know the Father

And have New Life

So I submit, Dear Father, now

And put My Hand to the Plow

Not looking back I now can see

Man’s hearts submit in Unity

So that they are in Me

And I am in You,

And all who see us will know the Truth,

That Love thrives when one can see

The Foot of the Cross,

Where sinners kneel.

Spent

When the day's not even over
And life's weight is pulling closer
To your breaking point,
That flaking point,
Where rest is not enough,
When the weeks are rolling by and passing
Before you're done with the asking
When is it time to stop, to rest, to breathe?
When it's raining and it won't let up
And the world is loud and you've had enough
And Groundhog Day is here again
And you throw your arms up
And say
I'm spent!

When you're here,
In this wear and tear,
In this dirty place
Where there isn't enough space,
In this camping ground
Where you feel like you've drowned,
Remember.
Christ is here.

When you're spent
He's just getting started
When you finally understand this you've departed
From that endless squeaking mouse wheel
Where your efforts aren't enough-

When you give up
He is Risen
When you forgive
You're forgiven.
When you're tired,
He's your Rock.
When time's not enough,
He's the Place where time forgot.

In your weakness
He is Greater,
In your doubts
He's your Creator,
Reigniting Hope and Faith,
Breathing Life into your wish for Grace.
When you're frightened
He's your Father,
When you're timid
He looks after
Every hiccup, every hangup,
Every tired old fear and failure.
He's the lifter of your head.
He's the Life and He's the bread
That will sustain and carry you...
He'll see you through.

So when you're spent,
He's Heaven-sent.
When you're weary,
He sees so clearly...
Even though it looks so bleak
And you feel so mild and meek,
His lens is other-worldly,
His view is what you should see:
He sees the love and plans He has for you;
He holds your hand,
He knows what to do.

Come to Me,
He calls,
So softly,
Come and find Me
In this moment.
Be still and know that I am God.