It's been a month of messiness, with so many themes and lessons; yet as I try to write about it currently, it just amounts to...messiness. I hope the words will translate soon, as God is using the time to teach me much. When I wrote last, I spoke of the need to look to the past in order to gain perspective on the present. In doing so today, the words of a song I wrote a while back came rushing forth with a force. They bear a sense of potency that, at the time, came freely and unhindered. It's been a resounding anthem of sorts in the six years since the words were first penned—reminding me of what is true, worthy, and valuable in my relationship with God. It is good to revisit them once again tonight.
May 2009 | God comforted me greatly tonight with Isaiah 54, showing me his love for Jerusalem and how He desired to restore and comfort and bring beauty. In my own "affliction" and difficulty, it is a great comfort to be reminded of his purpose and his unfailing love and covenant of peace. It will never be removed.
Oh afflicted city, once again I find you wandering
far from the love you once knew
if you were to stop and look inside
you would find you know you still do
Love Me more than yourself and your drowning pride
as you fall to your Master and know your sin must die
Yet in your wandering, to My own heart I must be true
I will build you with stones of turquoise
that will match the glimmer I’ve created in your eyes
I will make your foundations of sapphires
to show the range of passions I’ve given you inside
Your battlements will be made of rubies
to remember the blood I shed so you may not die
Your gates will be of precious jewels
to venture into your worth it’s Me you’ll find
And all your walls made of precious stones
within you can run but from Me never hide
You are My labor of compassionate love
Remember it’s Me that brings you light
Oh afflicted city, you’re lashed by storms once again
in the midst of torrential rain
that you pray will one day end
so hear my promise spoken to you
Love Me more than yourself and your selfish fiend
as you fall to your Master and let Me be your friend
And in your storms, to my own heart I will be true
I will build you with stones of turquoise
that will match the glimmer I’ve created in your eyes
I will make your foundations of sapphires
to show the range of passions I’ve given you inside
Your battlements will be made of rubies
to remember the blood I shed so you may not die
Your gates will be of precious jewels
to venture into your worth it’s Me you’ll find
And all your walls made of precious stones
within you can run but from Me never hide
You are My labor of compassionate love
Remember it’s Me that brings you light
Oh afflicted city, comfort you do not easily find
far from the hope you know to be true
Though the mountains will be shaken
and the hills be removed
Love Me more than yourself and your hopeless rest
as you fall to your Master who surely knows best
It’s for your comfort that to My own heart I must be true
I will build you with stones of turquoise
that will match the glimmer I’ve created in your eyes
I will make your foundations of sapphires
to show the range of passions I’ve given you inside
Your battlements will be made of rubies
to remember the blood I shed so you may not die
Your gates will be of precious jewels
to venture into your worth it’s Me you’ll find
And all your walls made of precious stones
within you can run but from Me never hide
You are My labor of compassionate love
Remember it’s Me that brings you light
My love for you will not be shaken
nor My covenant of peace be removed.
You must know that it’s for you
that to My own heart I must be true.