In a moment of sudden pressure
His presence falls as rain
And suddenly rendered silent
I’m gripped as I whisper His name.
For He’s come to reveal His heart now
With direction and clarity clear
And soon I find myself weeping
And wondering what I might hear.
It’s a burden that’s come now from Heaven
To go to the poor and destitute
To addicts and terrors of gang life
The Father will now cut them loose.
His heart is breaking for the lonely
The lost and coldened prostitute
For He sees that same little princess
That His hands once formed in the womb.
No longer will He allow this darkness
Ignored by His ransomed bride
Who’ve chosen to look a far direction
And bury their heads in the night.
No, Christ He comes with an offer
As His people go in the byways
For many now feel the same pressure
As the Spirit too gripped them the same.
February 22, 2016
