Lost. Alone. Angry. Dead.
Dark have been the thoughts inside of my head
I was a lost soul full of corruption
The only promised land for me was complete destruction
Until I had this amazing divine interruption
Which blew away all of my recent thoughts and assumptions
I tried to be good but good’s not good enough
What I need is perfection but who has that kind of stuff?
No one does because the flaws in our genetics say that we are not up to snuff
That would mean that for the Almighty’s presence to be seen by mere worms as us should never happen
He should wash his hands clean of this dirty human race so filthy and obscene
We are never going to get to God, with all of our hatred, lies, lusts, and frauds
There is only one way, although the thought is quite odd
We have to drop this “good works” and “have it your way” façade
There needs to be a sacrifice who’s perfect and divine
Who will come down and teach and show us wondrous signs
And with thieves and harlots this sacrifice will dine
Who will stir up dissent in those who think they are religious and so fine
Who will show us love for its true design
And who will put their whole life and perfection on the line
God that for such unworthy creatures
Because in them he saw missionaries and preachers
And kingdom builders, musicians, and even teachers
Who will go out and scream his name in the field and not sit quietly clapping in the bleachers
Look to the cross with perverse eyes and see
And reach out with unclean hands what Love had to do so you can know Him fully and be free
This world were living through is just a road we go on and our bodies are just a shell of what we will truly be
Once we make it into the arms of the Mighty King
And in His glory we will bask and His praises we will sing
Knowing that we are free of fear, pain, doubt, well, everything
And in time everything will sing of the beauty of the scarred and risen King
So for now we will run the race and fix our eyes on the glory that awaits and to be in His embrace is the ultimate prize
We will not stumble because of the beast’s twisted worldviews and lies
He will spray cologne on his words but even though it smells good it didn’t get rid of the flies
There will come a time when that old serpent will run out of tries
And be cast down into flame and never again arise
But until then I will stay the course and take the long and lonely road
With my sweet Savior’s arms carrying me to my final abode
There’s nothing to decipher, translate, correct, or decode
All you need to know is that Jesus paid the enormous debt of sin that my sinful self owed
In return against the principalities of this world I will stand toe to toe
And I won’t even need a car, house, lawn or a zip code
And I’ll live every day like it’s my last so when it is my last I get to hear “Welcome Jared, my faithful servant” rather than “You got some explaining to to Mr. Rhodes”
Lord use everything I’ve got for your glory
Use it to tell your old but simple redemption story
So you can show that Your Son’s last days, although they were quite gory
What He did for the entire world is a treasure that you cannot find in any quarry
For this worthless, disgusting, sinful world God gave his Son
And if you were the only person on earth God would have done it for one
Just so you could have another day in the sun
But don’t sit back and relax, this journey has only begun
Found. Joyful. Content. Alive.
In your embrace, oh Lord, I will survive