LORD,
Grace enfolds my heart to say this
to you in response to the grace you speak from eternity into my heart.
I am lost without you, in this grief,
yet in this grief,
there with you am I found.
yet in this grief,
there with you am I found.
I contend with that thought, as I bring
this prayer of awareness to you, to you my holy Provider and Redeemer, that it’s
my grief that has connected me unassailably
to you. You have me and I’ve found you’re not letting go. Such safety and
reassurance, even if out of loss.
You do not let go, Lord.
Lord, you do not let go.
Lord, you do not let go.
Through all the blazes of life, the
torment and fury of the moments perplexing, the times jaded of silence not knowing
what to do other than to give in to anxiety, you’re there! You’re there. And
you’re there to remind me this grating grief has its purpose in you. In you,
this loss has purpose. In you, this grief has meaning. Purpose and meaning
unplumbed in all eternity.
It is well.
It is well because loss brought me to you.
It is well because grief brought me to knock at your doorstep.
It is well because you opened that door and invited me inward.
It is well because when I went inward I found you there.
It is well because you are real in this madness.
It is well.
It is well because loss brought me to you.
It is well because grief brought me to knock at your doorstep.
It is well because you opened that door and invited me inward.
It is well because when I went inward I found you there.
It is well because you are real in this madness.
It is well.
I searched the entire earth for
happiness and could not find it until I lost all hope of it. I went to every
corner of this existence and found the land was barren without you. I traipsed
everywhere in my spirit only to find my spirit bereft without yours.
In losing everything that meant
everything to me over the whole earth I found that which the earth could never
take from me — you, my Lord.
You are the reason it is well in
all triumph of iniquity. In all wickedness over the lands of experience you
have a final and most trustworthy word. In this sinful world that grieves us
daily you are holiness that makes all grief pale into glory. Your Jesus showed
us, eternally; his cross and resurrection.
You burrow down to scoop me up in
my unrelenting grief and the deeper I plunge the deeper your Spirit dives down
to recollect me. Even at the abyss there’s a look, a touch, a feel, a taste of
you, that reminds me afresh, it is well.
It is well,
my soul, it is well, even here, for you,
For God,
who is worthy, is here with you to stay,
So my soul,
don’t panic, just trust, he will not delay,
He who keeps you safe will hold you
ever true.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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