To share the testimony

Like bitterness to my bones is my sin to me,
Like a scorching east wind does guilt condemn my memories.
Like a criminal held bound, justice becomes so threatening.
My loudest plea, without a sound, reveals my heart. It's deafening.

Where shall our help come from?
Is there any safe place?
We've heard of You, but have we ever seen Your face?

Where can we rest our heads,
Without fear of death?
Is there any hope, any salvation left?

Like struggling arms against tossing waves, is my makeshift peace.
Though even if the boat survived awhile, I could never bring the storm to cease.
As the words continue coming, my evasion proves too weak.
Angry I continued running, trashing tablets from mountain peaks.

Everything seems so wrong.
Judging by how we've lived,
Why should they all be spared? What more for me do you have to give?

Like a wicked people's salvation, planned before they knew.
To send a foreign prophet, of an enemy, to deliver them to You.
Like the meekest man alive, revealing every truth.
Only to know he's just as much in need of God to make his life new.

Every man is undeserving, but God's love is great and strong.
He finds His satisfaction in showing He's mighty, and why He willfully suffered so long.
Man has no other anchor to save him from death,
Besides the Lord of glory, powerful to hide men in the Rock's cleft.

Who can fathom as much:
Christ hanging on a tree.
Like Joshua's enemies, the Lord took that place for me.

And so what is my response to God, for I cannot repay
The grace that He's given me in Jesus, though I can surely relay,
The testimony of God's Righteous One, my Savior, the only Way.




There are some points I'd like to revise at some point, that just don't work well at this point at the moment...but until then.