As I grow older, I become more aware of my iniquity. It’s a natural process of maturation and part of the spiritual experience. “Who will save me from this body of death?” For within my self-strength, I stand self-condemned.
I know not the why of your great love.
How greatly I know
I deserve none of your very deep love.
How little I know the great knowledge
You revealed with answers adorned
To a seeking son adopted, not born.
How greatly I remember your guidance through
The tangled thickets.
How soon clouds flee, sunshine of your faithfulness warms me —
And I forget it.
Oh, how little I deserve, this wretched one,
As the nails for the holes in your hands I spun.
Forgive me, O Lord, a sinner
Seeking a savior, for I have sinned from my mother’s womb.
Directed to the Man from Galilee, finding an empty tomb.
Venturing inside I found no-body, a note on an empty bed of stone –
‘son, follow me,
I will set you free.
Your tomb will be empty of you as Mine was for thee.’
My Savior lives, and I’m set free for He shed His blood also for me.
For I know Whom I have believed,
I know His voice
is one with His sheep, and I set free.
Dear Reader: The longer I’m on planet Earth, the more I recognize my sinfulness compared to God’s holiness. I understand this is a normal process among His children, and part of the experience of knowing God. However, from a personal perspective, it gives me an intense and increasing thankfulness for our Savior and Lord, Christ Jesus! The closer I get to the Door, the more aware of the flames behind me and the brighter the Door ahead. (Zechariah 3:2)
“Do you believe this?”
“Yes, Lord. I believe you are the Christ, the Son of God who was to come into the world.” [John 11:25-27]