- A drop of rain has quickly turned to ice.
- Now a winter wonderland, potential, it does contain,
- For laughter and fun, its call does entice.
- Yet, now, a slog of mud and mush and icicles are all that remain.
- Is this the way that all life shall end?
- Is this the answer to the trials that I deplore?
- A life of fighting, one’s ground to contend?
- I say, resolutely, I must be made for something more.
- The flighty fickle squirrel, no longer shall I fain;
- Pursuits of baseless ambition run amok piecemeal,
- For hidden beneath is a hunger I can no longer restrain,
- I fly to the Word of God, His character to reveal.
- Such goodness flows from the God-head three;
- An eternal love condescending yet in splendor divine,
- Redemption’s song, sung from ages passed and yet still for all eternity;
- What with this sinful determination does brim up within my bosom a solemn repine?
- O, for love’s full knowledge, a love unconstrained,
- A mind that does not wander and motives that are pure;
- O, for the gospel’s fullness, its power unrestrained.
- Through churlish lips and a fainting head, I grip a solid hand and endeavor to endure.
- Your face, my gaze transfixed from within my seeking heart,
- An effulgent fulness nothing of earth can fill,
- The light, Your Spirit, through pain, it does impart,
- Bending me nearer and desiring ever to satisfy Thy will.
- Full disclosure to me, You said if I obey,
- My mind enlightened my eyes You clear,
- Never to harden nor lead me to dismay,
- Terror is forgotten, yet of God, in reverence, I do fear.
- A new hope for life, Your Spirit does imbue,
- Awakened now to the royal law of love,
- Like fresh drops of rain, a cleansing like the fresh morning dew,
- Eyes are lifted from earth to the glorious heavens above.
- No more sorrow; this heart knows no shame,
- All earthly zeal, none will ever satisfy,
- From Your glorious throne, I have received my new name,
- My heart-song of love for Christ is mine until I die.
“For there will be peace for the seed: the vine will yield its fruit, the land will yield its produce and the heavens will give their dew; and I will cause the remnant of this people to inherit all these things.”
Zechariah 8:12
— February 2, 2023