Constantly I am drawn back to the same chapters and verses in the book of Isaiah. They ring and resonate with my own heart. As I was reflecting on who I was and who I am now, I thought of how these passages I love are not only Israel’s story but they are my story and they are your story. This is a testimony of relentless love and amazing grace.
In night’s Darkness I cowered
From the pang of morning’s Light
Caught in Death’s dizzying dance
Selling my soul for
A casual kiss, the flame in his eyes
One embrace here, a few drink over there
Noise, sound, work, words, madness, and folly
All mingled together
Killing my life
Unwilling to let go
Fearing the fall
Bound by my chains
There seemed no hope at all
But then into the Darkness,
I looked, I turned
Yet like a magnet was drawn back to Death’s ways
Again softly called He,
Trembling I put
One foot into Light
But a seductive cry clamored,
Still His tender voice pierced
Through the Night
“Come, all you who are thirsty,
Come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.”
Starved was my soul
Parched was my spirit
And so He asked me,
“Why spend money on what is not bread,
and you labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare.”
A tempting voice said in my ear,
“My way is fun! My road is easy!
His call is hard; His path is suffering.”
Alone, away from the noise
Crawled I to His quiet voice
A battle was raging
When to the Light I drew near
He broke me, He destroyed me,
He crucified my flesh
Tears I shed
For the pain was immense
Through fire and water went I
Yet my side never left He
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the LORD, your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savoir;”
“My Lord, I love You!”
Was all I could cry
By His death I am free
Through His wounds I am healed
Out of the ashes and rubble rose I
Alive, new, a pure spotless bride!
Such love! Such grace!
I scarcely can comprehend.
“My Lord, my life for Thee,”
‘Tis all I can give.