There is a tool you must embrace
As you draw near to Christ.
A tool that leaves a crimson stain
A piercing of one’s side.
For as He molds your precious life
To reflect more of His face
You will meet a sharpened tool
Where suffering is it’s blade.
You’ll walk the depths of valleys deep
Where Christ calls you to go
For as is with the feet of deer
High places you shall know.
You’ll fight for truth from mountaintops
And see a cloud come nigh
It holds the promise of His rain
That’s sent to empower lives.
You’ll fight against deception, yes,
A cry that rises high
Some will never listen, no,
While others drink new life.
This walk will be quite narrow still
By His own Word that sighs
Yet many stay in comfort’s nest
With teachings Hell designed.
So look my friend with fondness close
Of suffering Christ knew well
For if you are to be like Him
Death will bring you nails.
There is no cheap gospel here
That costs you nothing small
For you must lose your very life
To gain The Christ and call.
To dare look back will be remiss
For Lot’s wife shows this tale
And suffering is the path of Christ
Where Living Water swells.
July 22, 2017