So, I read this quote by Oswald Chambers just a little bit ago and my heart so got it, and …well, out poured the song. Here’s the quote, then the song.
“We must stop using religion as if it were some type of lofty lifestyle –
we must be spiritually real.”
~ Oswald Chambers
Manger, cross, crown of thorns
washing feet, enduring scorn
Almighty God to earth in human form
How can it be?
Seeing through the grand facades
Amidst the ‘evens’ He was the odd
Humility of the Son of God
How can it be?
Speaking truth, standing strong
No pedestals amidst the throng
Turning “rights” into wrongs
Helping blind men see
Enduring scorn, bearing shame
Healing blind, sick, and lame
His Passion sparks what had gone tame
In me Through Calvary
For if it’s true that He Is
this Lamb of God, the One Who Lives
the Sacrifice that forever gives
gives life to you and me
How can we who share the Life
Judge with Hatred, walk with pride
Lofty Words with squinting eyes
How can it be?
For the One who bore the cross
Gave His life, paid the Highest cost
Counted all that was gained as loss
Dear Christians, shouldn’t we?
If we are His feet, His hands
We are to bend to Love’s demands
to leave the judging to the Son of Man
Whose truth sets Free
This Risen Christ, Son of Man
Messiah come to fulfill the plan
Alpha Omega, the Great I Am
Chose humility
Living, dying, stripped and bare
While on the cross saying “I’ll see you there”
Calling lost souls ‘sons’ and ‘mine’ and ‘Heir’
Oh Lord how can it be?
Kneeling down with hearts aware
May we learn to cast our cares
And meet our blessed Savior there
and rise to gracious be
Free from haughty pride that steals
Free from lofty, detached ideals
Full of grace that breathes and feels
As one set free…living joyfully
Lofty prayers and lofty eyes
Have no place with the Risen Christ
Who went to the lowest depths to Reach the Heights
The heights of Calvary… and bore the cost
for you and me.
Blessings~
H
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Shiloh
By Tim Shey
Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.
Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.
The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.
The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.
My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.
The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).
My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.
Ethos
February/March 1997
Iowa State University
Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”
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Thanks for sharing. Wow…. And am so thankful that’s not the end of the story…. Happy Easter, Friend…
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Beautiful words and pictures— these really lifted my spirits
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Oh good…thank so much.
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