Saturday, January 24, 2015

It Is Well - Spoken Word

It Is Well
Yeshua was wounded for my transgressions
Bruised for my iniquities!
Yet, when I'm wounded
I want to crumble.
So, I just grumble.
The ball is in my hand
And all it takes is to stand
In order not to fumble it.
So, this prayer on my lips, yes, I mumble it.
Amazingly, He still hears,
Cause He has supernatural ears
That hear the faintest cry
Even of those about to die
Or those like me who cry,
"Adonai Yeshua, why?!!!"
Then the image of Messiah on the cross flashes before my eyes
And I suddenly know why
Why the pain?
Why this blood rain?
It's all for the healing of the deaf, broken and lame.
All for those who muster the strength to call on His name.
All for those willing to cry out in the midst of the pain.
All for those who refuse to quit
And are willing to admit,
That but for the grace of God
But for the torture and disfigurement of His bod
But for His nail pierced hands and feet
Never His righteous standard would I meet.
So, like the harlot I fall at His feet
I caress the scars
And I look at His face that was marred
For me.
Then suddenly I SEE
His eyes looking back at me.
Oh yes, for once my blinded eyes SEE
The way that He SEES me.
And I receive the grace to BE
Just who i am
In the eyes of the Great I AM.
Not just a fan
And not even just another lamb
At the sin slaughter
But I am His daughter
An image bearer
And a Life and Light sharer.
Oh if only I could live each moment of this life
With this sight ever before me.
Knowing that the very giver of my life adores me
And He sheds His Light and Life ever before me.
Oh that my eyes could SEE
All things as the Great I AM SEES.
Oh that I could just BE
Exactly who He made me,
According to the pattern of Heaven
Without sin or leaven.
Oh that I could SEE
And BE
On Earth as it is in Heaven.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done.
Yes, my heart is won
By the ONE
Who gave His ALL
And took the fall
So that He could place the ball
In my hand and tell me,
"My precious daughter
I was led to the sin slaughter.
So that you would never need to falter.
So, Having done all, stand!
For this is My command!
Remain in the palm of My hand.
The prayer on your lips,
Is a precious gift.
So, use your little strength to mumble it,
And the ball in your hand, you shall never fumble it."
So, Yes!  This is why
The only reason why
It is well with my soul,
Not due to the little I know
But due to the ONE who knows me all too well,
And continually whispers in my ear,
"It is well,
My child. it is well."


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