HABAKKUK - Acrostic Poem

HABAKKUK

H onest wrestling and

A nalysis of your watchman assignment through intercession that

B egets worship, as you embrace Yahweh’s unexpected

A nswer and the impartation of the

K een vision, wisdom,

K nowledge and

U nderstanding of

K ing Yahweh’s heart, mind, and Spirit concerning Heaven’s assignment 
        in the Earth.

            © 2014 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, Use only with permission

Just as I AM

1 Corinthians 13:12 – “For now we are looking in a mirror that gives only a dim (blurred) reflection [of reality as in a riddle or enigma], but then [when perfection comes] we shall see in reality and face to face!  Now I know in part (imperfectly), but then I shall know and understand fully and clearly, even in the same manner as I have been fully and clearly known and understood [by God].”  

Just as I AM

When you look into the mirror

What do you see?

Do you see

The dust from whence mankind was formed

Or do you see a reflection of ME?

Do you see the process

Of My transforming work

Maturing you to be

A little bit more like Me

Day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment,

As I prepare you, reveal Myself to you, and reform you,

Reconciling you to My Word, My Will and My Way?

Will you take the time to praise Me

That I can raise thee

From the murk, and miry clay?

Will you take the time to pray

Entering into My presence

With Holy reverence?

Will you take the time to enter into Me

The Living Word, which transcends all space and time?

Come now and let us dine together

At the banqueting table

With all those who are willing and able

To believe

And receive

ME,

Just as I AM.

Now look into the mirror again,

That your sight I may mend.

For only when you see

ME,

Just as I AM

Will you be set free

To become

Intimately one

With your Creator and Lord.

So, I come with My Sword

To sever spirit and soul

That you may know

ME,

Just as I AM.

So, I come to deliver you

From your blinded sight

Shedding My Light

Into your darkest night

That all things be made right

That your reflection be made new

And you be able to see

ME,

Just as I AM

Living and breathing

Within

And through you.

© 2011 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, Use only with permission

Habakkuk's Vision Revealed

Habakkuk’s Vision Revealed

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

What do you see?

What has Yahweh shown thee?

I cry out day and night

For Yahweh to show His might

And His power

In this, Judah’s most dreadful hour

Yet, I see iniquity triumph again and again

Oh Lord God, please tell me when…

Will you answer my cry?

Will I see justice prevail before I die?

Why do You show me such ill gotten gain

That causes my heart such pain?

Your Torah is not followed

Nor Your Holy Name hallowed

I will cry out to You as long as my soul remains awake

For there is so much here in Judah at stake.

Your watchman awaits Your reply

May my request not be denied!

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

Look and see

All that I, Yahweh, will show thee.

Though unexpected indeed

My judgment comes with God speed

It comes through a nation

I will raise up and hasten

To terrorize Judah with violence

That shall overcome their stubborn defiance

Though they honor their god

For the power of their rod

It is I, Yahweh, who shall use the Chaldeans

Yes, the Babylonian heathens

To execute my judgment on Judah

True that!

For I sit high and look low

To execute judgment on My friend and My foe

You are My watchman from whom I hide not

The judgment My righteous hand shall wrought.

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

How shall you respond

To the answer of Yahweh, your God?

Oh Everlasting Holy One

There is none

That compares to Thee

To You every nation bows their knee.

You are so Holy

The One and the Only

Yet, shall You allow Judah to be stricken

By a nation that is even more wicked

Than they?

To such mystery what shall I say?

I seek to understand

The wisdom of Your plan

So, I will stand tall

At my post on the wall

I will wait to hear and see

The wisdom Yahweh shall speak through me.

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

Look and see

All that I, Yahweh, will show thee.

Write the vision down

Let this volume be bound

On tablets to be read

Let it be known what Yahweh has said

This vision speaks of the end

Words of Yahweh that shall not bend

Wait with assurance

Wait with endurance

For you shall surely see

The vision that I show thee

Oh watchman on the wall, hold fast!

For the soul of the proud won’t last

But the just shall live long

Singing his faithful praise song

The just shall shine in the darkest night

Awaiting Yahweh to make all things right. 

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

Look and see

All that I, Yahweh, will show thee.

Oh watchman, you are given Yahweh’s vision

And power to overcome all foolish derision

Woe to those who are drunk with greed

For you shall reap your sown seed

Woe to those who seek unjust gain

For you shall wallow in shame

Woe to those driven to violence

For vanity you labor in defiance

As the water covers the Sea

So shall Earth be filled with Yahweh’s glory

Woe to those full of immorality

You shall drink the shame of your abnormality

Woe to those who craft inanimate idols

And perform vain religious recitals

For Yahweh sees all in His Holy dwelling place

So, let the Earth be silent before His face.  

Oh watchman on the wall

Standing so tall

How shall you proclaim Yahweh’s vision

And silence all fools blinded by derision?

Oh Yahweh, Your mercy I seek

Along with Your gloriously just feats

When I heard Your judgment, I trembled in fear

Even more when I saw Your terrible vision draw near

There is no God like Thee

You have caused me to see

The sovereignty of Your plan

And the wisdom of the works of Your hand

Though no fruit remain in the land

Due to the judgment Your righteousness demands

Yet in You, Yahweh, I shall rejoice

Yes, joy shall be my choice

For You are the God of my salvation

The strength of the nations

As the deer, on high places you cause me to stride

And in You alone I shall abide.

© 2014 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, Use only with permission

The Measure of a Life

The Measure of a Life

Oh Lord, as I seek your face
I am undone by the magnitude of your grace 
And my praise
Is raised
To a new height
By Your Spirit, not by might.
Yes!  By your grace,
I am catapulted to a new place
In the Spirit realm
And I overwhelmed.
As I seek your face
I am undone by the magnitude of your grace 

“He who is forgiven much

Loves much”

I’m not talkin’ ‘bout usin’ grace as a crutch

Got a lot of ‘dat goin’ on,

But dat’s not the soapbox I’m on

I’m talkin’ ‘bout redemption

That reaches further than “honorable mention”

Spiritual ribbons, trophies, accolades

Or even the lucky ace of spades

I’m talkin’ ‘bout a true testimony

Not just a script dat’s phony

Like, “I thank God I’m saved, sanctified…”

Cause the truth gets ya’ so tongue tied

“And filled with the Holy Ghost”

Knowin’ your full of da’ host

Of hell

But da’ religious folk can’t even tell

To them, all is well.

As long as ya’ keep up your outward appearance,

There’s no interference

With your spiritual façade

And the only ones NOT fooled are you and God.

Has anyone BUT me ever been so UNsaved

That ya’ knew ya’ were no more than a slave

Such a slave to stinkin’ thinkin’

That ya’ just keep sinkin’

Lower and lower into your own self-dug pit

And not even your religious wit

Can get ya’ out

Does anybody KNOW what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?

I’m talkin’ ‘bout a one-sided rescue

When God decides to bless you

IN SPITE OF, not because of you,

Cause you had no clue WHAT to do 

And just in that moment of utter despair

God reached down with tender loving care

I tell ya’ grace just isn’t fair

Yet, I wouldn’t DARE

Complain,

Cause my life will never be the same

No, I may never rise to greatness in men’s eyes,

Yet, I’ll never again believe the devil’s lies

Cause I’ve been kissed by mercy and grace

And I’ve entered a journey of seeking God’s face

You see,

There’s no greater reality

And no greater bliss

Than knowing this:

“He who is forgiven much

Loves much”

For the measure of a life

Is found in life’s greatest strife,

Which is the battle of surrender

To the Great Heart Mender

To be overwhelmed by God’s grace

And to longingly behold His face

We can’t afford to mis-

Construe this

The measure of a life is this:

To love much,

‘Cause we’ve been forgiven much.

Oh Lord, as I seek your face
I am undone by the magnitude of your grace 
And my praise
Is raised
To a new height
By Your Spirit, not by might.
Yes!  By your grace,
I am catapulted to a new place
In the Spirit realm
And I overwhelmed.
As I seek your face
I am undone by the magnitude of your grace 

© 2014 Christine Lombard, All rights reserved, Use only with permission