Friday, July 15, 2011

Starting Over

I know - I know. It's been a ridiculous amount of time since I posted. Not that I've run out of things to say (just ask my husband). It's just that I've just been going through a 1 Kings 19 kind of thing and have been weighing the value of writing at all any more. But I have come to a conclusion - my desire to share what God has done and will do needs to outweigh my fear of judgment and rejection.

So with this in mind, what to share? What to write? Yesterday, the Lord brought to mind a book of songs He gave me many, many years ago. After some searching, I found it, spent the next hour playing and relishing His love. So, I've decided to share the words of the songs with all of you. (Yikes! Even as I write this, I am getting fearful of my motives being misunderstood) No, this is not some self-serving attempt to be recognized. It is merely a way to share what I've expressed to the Lord. It is also a way for me to get back into the discipline of writing more without the pressure of being clever and interesting.

So, here I go (You know the feeling you get when you ride on a really big ferris wheel? You're strapped in-you know you're safe, but as you ride to the top and look out and your stomach jumps to the top of your throat? Yeah-that's how I feel right now as I'm poised to hit the enter button and post this. I told you it was a 1 Kings thing).

The first song is called "Holy Hand of Mercy." So as I start over, I hope that you will be blessed by the words and thoughts. Join with me and sing to the Lord a new song.

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A single lonely moment, etched within the walls.

The course of human history lost forever in a fall.

The shame that once exploded in paradise is mine,

So the pure and blameless Lamb of God stretched out His hand and died.


Chorus:
Oh holy hand of mercy, reaching out to me.

So many times I’ve fallen, so many times deceived.

The hand that holds the tears I’ve cried, the hand that heals the pain inside.

Oh, holy hand of mercy still reaching out to me.


A single lonely moment etched deep upon the page,

The seed of human deity paid full the costly wage.

The power that exploded from the cold and darkened grave.

That mighty hand of mercy still reaching out to save.


Chorus:
Oh mighty hand of mercy, holding up my life

So many times I’ve chosen to walk outside your light.

The hand that holds my bleeding heart, his touch of light has pierced my dark

Oh mighty hand of mercy still reaching out to me.


Bridge:

A glorious reunion when all is face to face.

To finally know and understand to finish in the race.

At last to kneel before the feet that bears the scars of love for me.

What joy to see the Son of Man and place a kiss upon that hand.


Chorus:

Oh holy hand of mercy reaching out to me.

So many times forgiven, so many times released.

The hand that holds the tears I’ve cried, the hand that heals the pain inside.

Oh holy hand of mercy, still reaching out to me.