Consider the work of God: who can make straight what he has made crooked?
Ecclesiastes 7:13
Author: joethewaller
Thoughts from Psalm 8 and John 2
How can it be
That he would see
From heaven’s highest throne
A broken man
With fallen plan
And call him for his own?
The earth and sky
Before his eye
Submit to his command,
Yet by his grace
This human race
Is set above the land.
This God above
Is rich in love
And stoops to care for men.
He came in night
To shine his light
And save our souls from sin.
Oh mystery
Of sov’reignty
Who knows our mortal state:
The Lord of life
Embracing strife
To change the sinner’s fate.
He Must Increase
He must increase, but I must decrease.
John 3:30
Batman, Bitterness, and Easter
It is such a glorious truth that God is not like me.
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A Fellowship of Love
Unbroken though the hammer falls
Upon this heart of stone
Within my flesh and bone
And now I watch the walls
Undone before the holy war
This siege upon my death
Implanting righteous breath
And breaking down the door
Long under lock and barricade
I ran from needed life
Avoided peace for strife
My heart from sin was stayed
And yet the stone began to beat
By miracle of grace
His glory filled the space
And left me no retreat
And though transcending far above
The Lord has made a way
Communion here to stay
A fellowship of love
Glorious Weakness
And so the Master bids me look within –
A blessed introspection of the soul –
To show me that the sinner saved from sin
Still lacks the strength and skill to take control.
Consistency of faith and focus lies
Within my hope but not within my hand,
For, though the goal is set before my eyes,
I have no pow’r to meet its full demand.
Yet I am found sustained by God above.
My only off’ring: insufficiency.
And as I face my lack, I find his love.
Oh paradox of this humility!
Herein I find the force to run the race:
His all sufficient, sacrificial grace.
Count It All Joy
The tragedies and maladies of life
All serve a saving purpose for the saint
For struggles that surmount a life with strife
Become the hues with which our Lord doth paint
O’er ev’ry evil, Elohim prevails
Effulgent Savior, holy thaumaturge
From death’s embrace, the true Messiah hails
And makes what brought despair to heal and purge
Now watch as broken daughters rise to dance
Now see as sickly sons stand up to praise
The vilest horrors help to fix our stance
The worst oppression only lifts the haze
No pow’r is held by any enemy
All things do work as one for good to me
Linger
Let us linger
This our prayer
Here surrender ev’ry care
Humble praises
Fill the air
Come and meet us
Savior Jesus
Worn and weary
Here we wait
Be the bread upon our plate
Broken vessels
Recreate
Holy Father
Perfect Author
Resting, growing
Sanctify
On you now we fix the eye
Kingdom, glory
God most high
Sin now felling
Spirit dwelling
The Truth and the Heart.
I long for affection. I never wanted to admit that, and I still feel my pride warring against these emotions. I hate that I’m not really ok with my singleness.
“Nevermore the Same”
Tenebrific tendencies
Tender for the flame
All of flesh abandoned now
Glory to the Name
Sin no longer satisfies
Life has filled the sinner’s eyes
Hope now grows as darkness dies
Nevermore the same
God’s messiah is revealed
Way and truth and life
Holy kingdom now at hand
Bringing joy and strife
Captive souls, he liberates
Darkest sin, propitiates
Open now are heaven’s gates
Enter, rescued wife
Glory that outweighs despair
All-surpassing hope
Trial now the exercise
Sanctifying trope
Healing wrought in bitter pain
Death: the door to greatest gain
Now removed is every stain
Life: eternal scope
as i learn to walk 