The Secret Depths

(Someone played this song last night. It totally reminded me of this poem I wrote a while back)

There used to be this secret place

     that I harbored grief and despair.

My own little refuge where I was

    bound by grudging and resentments.

A secret place I called my own

    full of bitterness and anger.


But now….

                ….old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.  2 Cor. 5:17 

 There is this place in which

    I enjoy the secret riches of Christ.  Is. 45:3

My refuge, my hightower

    a stronghold in the storms of life.  Nah. 1:7

A secret place filled with

   Christ within, my hope of glory. Col. 1:27

 

A wellspring of life.

Rest for the weary.

Hope for the hurting.

 

My Deliverer from Evil.

My Rescuer in the Night.

Christ Jesus,

And in Him Alone

I am able to stand.

 

So bury the hatchet and marry Christ, He is Lord of all in this life. 

 

Pursue peace with all men.

Bring honour, where honour is due.

 

Count it all dung, so that I may win Christ.

 

Is this the same work that He has also done in YOU?

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