There Are No Songs
There are no songs till Springtime comes.
No melodies for voice.
There are no tunes till death has stung
That Easter might rejoice.
There are no words to bring you back,
From your frozen winter's will.
There is no hope the ice will crack,
Till Jesus melts the chill.
For some you say. Perhaps, many ...yes.
But surely not for me.
For I have run from the very best,
How can there mercy be?
Come home, come home my ramblin' child.
Let down your ragged sail.
And steer your heart to the oceans wild,
Where the breath of God prevails.
It's not too late to turn around,
And catch the tender breeze.
That blows you to the holy ground,
You find beneath your knees.
For when has soul, been bound to time,
Or heart too cold to melt.
Or forgiveness too lost to find,
When regret is truly felt.
There's mercy, mercy my little ones.
Mercy without bounds.
For all who simply turn and come
And lay their burden down.
For there's nothing that you've ever done,
That My love can not change.
Unless you choose to finally run,
Away with pride and pain.
There are no words to bring you back,
From your frozen winter's chill.
There is no hope the ice will crack,
Till Jesus melts your will.
~ Michael Kelly Blanchard
This song is not exactly a Christmas song, but I think it is fitting for the Christmas season. A few days ago Christians all across the world celebrated the birth of Jesus. Christmas is a celebration of a God who loves so much that He could not just sit around and be God. He entered time and space as a little child in the lowliest of families. He whispered His way to the cross and died so that there might be "nothing that [we have] ever done that [His] love can not change". He is a lavish God who runs to us, puts a robe on our back, a ring on our finger, kills the fattened calf, and throws a party for us even while we smell like the pigs (Luke 15:11-32). He is a God who will leave the ninety-nine to search for the one and bring him home (Luke 15:1-7). He is a God who will go after the prostitute multiple times even when she continues to return to her old ways (book of Hosea). He is the God who offers "mercy without bounds" and the Christmas season is the perfect time to remember that.
By His Grace,
Taylor
There are no songs till Springtime comes.
No melodies for voice.
There are no tunes till death has stung
That Easter might rejoice.
There are no words to bring you back,
From your frozen winter's will.
There is no hope the ice will crack,
Till Jesus melts the chill.
For some you say. Perhaps, many ...yes.
But surely not for me.
For I have run from the very best,
How can there mercy be?
Come home, come home my ramblin' child.
Let down your ragged sail.
And steer your heart to the oceans wild,
Where the breath of God prevails.
It's not too late to turn around,
And catch the tender breeze.
That blows you to the holy ground,
You find beneath your knees.
For when has soul, been bound to time,
Or heart too cold to melt.
Or forgiveness too lost to find,
When regret is truly felt.
There's mercy, mercy my little ones.
Mercy without bounds.
For all who simply turn and come
And lay their burden down.
For there's nothing that you've ever done,
That My love can not change.
Unless you choose to finally run,
Away with pride and pain.
There are no words to bring you back,
From your frozen winter's chill.
There is no hope the ice will crack,
Till Jesus melts your will.
~ Michael Kelly Blanchard
This song is not exactly a Christmas song, but I think it is fitting for the Christmas season. A few days ago Christians all across the world celebrated the birth of Jesus. Christmas is a celebration of a God who loves so much that He could not just sit around and be God. He entered time and space as a little child in the lowliest of families. He whispered His way to the cross and died so that there might be "nothing that [we have] ever done that [His] love can not change". He is a lavish God who runs to us, puts a robe on our back, a ring on our finger, kills the fattened calf, and throws a party for us even while we smell like the pigs (Luke 15:11-32). He is a God who will leave the ninety-nine to search for the one and bring him home (Luke 15:1-7). He is a God who will go after the prostitute multiple times even when she continues to return to her old ways (book of Hosea). He is the God who offers "mercy without bounds" and the Christmas season is the perfect time to remember that.
By His Grace,
Taylor
1 comment:
Logically, I agree
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