Whooooosh, gripped by God's Promised Gift,
Enclosed in a dark room with a spot light on my heart, He reveals
All that I am against His own Image.
Whooooosh, day turns to night.
My skin darkens and my flesh is rank.
Where am I walking?
Whooooosh, the panic cuts through to the soul,
I cannot stand. I fall. I cry,
"O Wretch that I am! Son of David, have mercy on me, a sinner!"
Whooooosh, night turns to day, a New Day.
What bright clothing!
And look, the way, it's narrow, and it looks to be marked by bloody feet.
Whooooosh, gripped by God's Promised Gift,
Enclosed in a room with Abel and John, His Spirit reveals
All that Jesus is and that I'm being made like Him.

I hear his words, and I see the fault,
Pity and humility lock me shut.
Pride has kept me quiet.
Love has heard my sins
In a brother's confession.
Crucify Him!
Crucify Him!


John Piper wrote a pretty awesome dialogue yesterday (Friday), between Death and a Christian. The focus was on the location of Death's sting. Death is a mocker and says what his sting is, but the Christian pushes him to say where his sting is. For those who have been predestined for adoption as sons through Christ Jesus, Death's sting is nailed to God's Son on that tree called the cross.

Victory in Jesus.