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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