Make it your mantra...

Oh my heart, when will your thirst be quenched? When will your faith be as sight? When will this bondage of sin finally be broken? When will the lead be removed from the chest. When will this lump in the throat be swallowed up by singing and joy? When will sorrow cease and only joy remain?  How can so much hurt be felt along with so much joy and hope. A promise, a vow. “I am coming back”, a broken, beaten and murdered King, a resurrection, a bringing back to life, a ragged “It is finished”. A weeping mother left for three days, renewed by a Son and Father and King with holes in hand and feet and side. Oh my heart be refreshed, be renewed, run further, endure, carry on, square your shoulders, clench your jaw. The way remaining may be long, but may only last unto tomorrow. You are being weighed, you are being sorted, sheep or goat. Be found in the pasture oh heart, be found at the shepherds side, not on a mountain top or a valley, at the shepherds side. Rest in his shadow, drink from the water He has lead you to. Close your eyes, gaze on the day ahead, wonder “what is the name on His side that no one but He knows?”. Dwell on the thought of His kingly tattoo, “King of Kings and Lord of Lords!”, stand among the army in your white garment, see not the enemy that stands ahead for being blinded by the white rider before you. See the trail of blood left by His robe, the last battle is upon us. Death will be put to death. Oh Lord put death to death, PUT DEATH TO DEATH KING JESUS! Oh heart be fixed on that day, hold it as a beacon over all things, over crying babies, over threat of death and separation, over illness, over hunger, over motherless children, over war, over murder and rape and addiction, hold it as a beacon, as a lamp to light the way. The last battle is coming but the current battle is here. Make war on your flesh oh heart, tear away what binds you to this world, let the Surgeon cut, let Him wound to heal. Present your flesh as an offering oh heart, lay it down at His feet, tell Him, go on, “Let your will be done my King! All that you desire be made true in me, have your way, have your way.” And oh Lord let this heart learn quickly, let it not be stubborn needing lesson after lesson of the same. Let your wisdom fall like rain, covering, settling into skin, bringing help, bringing understanding that this heart needs. Lord bless this heart with understanding but even more, bless it with trust, with faith, oh Lord help it’s unbelief. Let this heart trust, even in the pain that you are good, that you are continuing the work that was began until the second coming of the King. Oh heart trust that He is making you new. He is making you new, new, new. Make it your mantra, “He is making me new”.