I remember during my sequestered shut in with Him year after coming out of every bondage known to man, waking up in Him, how i rather serendipitously came across this hidden song that wasnt listed on the CD, how mystical and mysterious it was and how very much it moved me, how it reached deep within me, somehow. I would listen to it over and over again, hearing new things every time. The line that reads, The great sense of passing through kept ringing in my spirit and i could hear the Psalmist echo this saying, Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry, do not be silent at my tears, for I am a stranger with You (in the earth), a (mere) sojourner (just passing through) like all my (spiritual fore-) fathers were before me. (39:12) I was both dying and coming to life at the same time, was hopelessly caught in the chrysalis, in the chambers of change, was dying to who i thought i was, who they told me i was and was hearing clearly, for the first time who i really was and always had been in Him, was coming to know my Truth and which knowing, as Jesus said it would, was setting me so gloriously free. It really was heartache AND poetry at the same time as the song goes, heartache in the dying to one life and identity id known all those years and yet poetry under these northern skies as He mercifully opened my eyes. https://youtube/watch?v=7nF5N67t_d0
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 14:10:11 +0000
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