Welcome to Day 5 of Part 2‘s Chapter 2. Today, Anna is sharing a free will offering of bronze. Her poem shows us how the LORD exchanged her human judgment of His Sword’s painful dividing to see the gift of His healing and wholeness coming in each setting apart unto His heart of mercy toward her.
Trust isn't the absence of pain
Trust isn't the absence of tears
Trust isn't the absence of gaping loss.
No! It's Christ
Inviting me into His arms
In the Sword's dividing.
It's perfect Love driving out my fears
Bottling all my tears
It's the everlasting arms beneath me.
It's the sure foundation
Of God's Word
Catching me as I leap toward Him.
It's Christ yielding my heart
To each and every painful wounding
That He may humble me to heal me.
It's Christ taking my weary and divided heart
To exchange it
For His surrendered, trusting heart
It's my Rock and mighty Redeemer
Perfecting His power
So I resist the enemy
In every accusation flung as the pain returns
To rest instead on my Promise.
In each and every ache's returning
Let me now heed the Spirit's quickening
To turn toward and not away.
Let my tears now flow
My knees now bow
And my heart now open.
For, each boasting in my weakness
To God's glory and God's grace
Wafts Christ's sweet incense high.
No! Trust is not my holding tight
To what my God has rightfully taken
To draw me unto Himself.
It's releasing each precious Word
No longer in shame
But in worship and praise.
It's watching and waiting
For each and every Promise to unfold.
It's Christ birthing fresh trust in me
As a fountain of grace
Now gushes and pours down upon me.
It's bringing my broken heart to Jesus
To find His whole heart
It's finding my salvation
In returning and resting
Upon the pillow of My Promise: Christ Himself.
So I will lay down
Each accusation birthed in pride
To now receive my Abba Father's pride in each surrender.
For, the branches
Were never meant
To support the Vine.
But the Vine
Died and rose again
To give life to each branch.
So, I shall put down my roots
No longer into human soil
But ever deeper
Into the good soil
Of Christ's heart for me.
Become my trust
Pressing into Jesus
May I find the Word
As living water
From the throne of grace.
Those gaping holes
They're the very
The building stones of trust
Are the Word of God's
For Love Himself
Is the only righteous
The Son of God
Who came not to condemn me
But to seek and save me.
To declare my weakness, His strength
And my brokenness, His wholeness
By the power
Of His Living Word.
The only Way
The only Truth
The only Life
Let's take His hand
Make Him our trust.
Let in the Sword's sweet dividing
In the blood of Christ
For at the Cross
What Christ now joins together
No man can separate.
Colossians 2:7 (NLT)
Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.