Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Decisons, Dry Bones and Delight

A loose poem follows the verse:

The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone know.
Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath[a] enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.


If I had to pick one aspect of the Old Testament that mirrored the way the Lord calls me forth it would be this verse...

I have been lied to, cheated, and "put a hit out on" by an enemy who I thought spoke truth.
6 years ago I heard a sweet voice, His voice saying "Sarah, come forth." Upon His wooing, I sat up and made a choice...
I chose life.
And He won.

From the dust of Mozambique to the encouraging whelm of Haiti,
The glitters of Nigeria, to the precious sisters in Abilene,
The falls in Albany, the tears everywhere, I chose life
And He breathed forth a Plan
My heart beat
And He won

Dry bones, familiar bones,
His bones
Hung on a cross
Buried in a grave
Brought from death into life
That He call forth my bones
Move
He rose again
And brought me with Him
And He won.

Even when so much doesn't make sense
When people you love get sick for no reason,
Those you invest in can't discover their true name,
He calls them by name,
From death into life.
He chose me, and you
And it is glorious to choose Him
And even if He hasn't won yet..
He will
And dry bones
Will be dry no more

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