Most Assuredly.

Listen. I can work really hard

to try and pretend,

that my flesh and my skin

don't want to depend

on worldly definitions

to define and defend

the most coveted of all:

my reputation before men.

But then,

I'd be lying and deceiving myself.

Denying a disease while it eats at your health,

is like a poor man pretending he is of great wealth.

All the while, the truth is not stealth.

Hold that veneer up to the fire

and see how long 'til it melts.

You see, as a Christian the truth must prevail,

no matter how hazy or masquerading the veil.

My fate is not floating around in the air.

My Father has bought me.

No room for despair.

So then why do I feel confusion of sorts?

Searching among men bound to a nature of torts

to find something only found in my Father's courts?

My soul longs for comfort. My mind longs for rest.

For a time void of trivial talking and jest.

Maybe I've just been distracted to death?

Or at least the time being, and now all thats left

is a longing for His grace to give me new breath.

Most assuredly, breath that I do not deserve.

The kind that was given to the dry bones in His word.

But it's so easy to give into the notion

that I deserve more, after all this devotion.

Devotion?

My child please take time to reflect

on Christ Jesus our Lord

who for the sake of the elect,

endured the wrath of His Father

and took on a gross death.

All the while, He sinned not.

Let me say that again:

While Jesus walked on this earth,

He did so without sin.

The Lord sent His son because WE cannot do it.

We cannot satisfy God's wrath for our sin

and that is all there is to it.

So why do I think I have something to offer?

Like I have to run around this earth pretending to be the potter?

'Til that one day

I realize I'm the clay.

The Lord takes that luster

and strips it away.

I'm left standing there,

dirty and gray.

Nothing to say.

Hand over my mouth as my facade fades away.

Oh but it hurts down to my inner most being.

Pruning the vine. Faith without seeing.

Unrest and regret turns into pleading.

That I may hold fast to the scripture I'm reading.

Sanctification: what a wonderful word.

Its fires are hot, but be not deterred:

It's a promise you'll see all that which you've heard.

Sovereignty is not just something we preach.

As though when trials come, our doctrine retreats.

Instead dig down deep,

though in sorrow you weep,

into the Promises our Father, most assuredly, keeps.