Not Cut Off

Psalm 44 (ESV)

10 You have made us turn back from the foe,
    and those who hate us have gotten spoil.
11 You have made us like sheep for slaughter
    and have scattered us among the nations.
12 You have sold your people for a trifle,
    demanding no high price for them.
13 You have made us the taunt of our neighbors,
    the derision and scorn of those around us.
14 You have made us a byword among the nations,
    a laughingstock[b] among the peoples.
15 All day long my disgrace is before me,
    and shame has covered my face
16 at the sound of the taunter and reviler,
    at the sight of the enemy and the avenger.

17 All this has come upon us,
    though we have not forgotten you,
    and we have not been false to your covenant.
18 Our heart has not turned back,
    nor have our steps departed from your way;
19 yet you have broken us in the place ofjackals
    and covered us with the shadow of death.
20 If we had forgotten the name of our God
    or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
21 would not God discover this?
    For he knows the secrets of the heart.
22 Yet for your sake we are killed all the day long;
    we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.

23 Awake! Why are you sleeping, O Lord?
Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever!
24 Why do you hide your face?
Why do you forget our affliction and oppression?
25 For our soul is bowed down to the dust;
our belly clings to the ground.
26 Rise up; come to our help!
Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love!

 

 

Oh there are days

I turn away

Believing your love

It’s too painful 

To bear.

 

Days the weight

Of love breaks 

And my cries 

And sighs

Long for days 

Of old.

 

Days of striving free

Of numbing

Of no pain I feel

But You 

Hold me tighter 

And whisper:

Days of old

I’m breaking 

Open new

From dead 

And dying 

To birthing 

Christ in you.

 

Feel the pain 

Beneath the shame 

Not ever yours.

 

For I am

Your Crown

The lifter 

Of your head.

 

My heart in you

Is growing deep

Unlocking shame 

To feel 

The pain

You lay your life 

In Mine.

 

And in that cross 

You bear

In the thorns 

That pierce

You’ll see 

My Light

My promised 

Sky of bright

Unfurl.

 

Not one star 

Is missing, 

Gone

I know them all

And am calling 

Even still.

 

It’s their weight 

You feel.

 

Don’t turn away 

But turn 

Toward.

 

My Son in you 

He’ll break 

This night 

To day.

 

Isaiah 40:26 (AMP)

Lift up your eyes on high And see who has created these heavenly bodies, The One who brings out their host by number, He calls them all by name; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power, Not one is missing.

 

 

Oh My Shepherd

My King

Thank You that You hear

Our many cries.

 

Your lambs

Caught by schemes 

Of an enemy

Lashing and whipping 

With scorn.

 

Disowned, condemned

To death

Your very heart in us

Unwelcome 

Turned away

We: Your very own Body 

Repelling You.

 

Truth spoken 

In love

In tender care

Deemed lies 

Deemed wrong 

Souls heaped 

In a weight of lies.

 

But oh how You see

When no one else does

Your children weeping 

Forsaken, lone: they believe

But: You see.

 

You see

When no one else does

Our hearts turned aside 

For shining You.

 

You see

The lies spoken

Rejecting You

The lies we receive

Rejecting You

Deeming us wrong 

Unworthy, condemned.

 

And yet You choose

To go outside

To carry the scorn

Upon us laid

To call us there

Forever Yours.

 

For You welcome

Each child as Your own

For the blood that poured

Still flows

Restoring us

Your church

Your Body

Whole.

 

Declaring us

The weakest,

The most wounded, scarred

As healed, covered 

And whole

As always and forever

Belonging 

Unto You.

 

No, we are not cut off. For the steadfast love of the LORD never ceases:

 

 

Luke 15 ESV

And the Pharisees and the scribes grumbled, saying, “This man receives sinners and eats with them.”

So he told them this parable: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing.And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.

 

 

 

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