Presence made clear

It's been over a month again.


It's that white-hot feeling of knowing that God is near,
Distance once gaping has been closed with tears,
But the dilemma is still pressing, though with only stillborn fears
Trying to tempt me to believe that the truth ain't clear.
But He's standing right here.

A best friend dead with sisters pleading in dirt,
O Master if you were here you could have prevented our hurt,
If only you were here, had been, or never left,
We wouldn't have had to put our brother into the rock's cleft.
But the Master wasn't deaf, He knew all that was occurring.
He even planned it to show the Father's glory, alluring.
They were murmuring, see how He loved him.
He loved them all so much they got to see how He loved them.
Bleed how He loved them.
On a tree till it was finished, the greatest deed done for them,

It's that white-hot feeling of knowing that God is near,
Distance once gaping has been closed with tears,
But the dilemma is still pressing, though with only stillborn fears
Trying to tempt me to believe that the truth ain't clear.
But He's standing right here.

Blind man waiting for a whole lifetime,
Never saw a thing, until it was the right time
And then, in a moment his eyes were opened,
When the Lord did a work so eyes would be opened
Dragged to the synagogue testifying of hoping
And how hope met grace after decades of groping
Seeking what he couldn't find, finally found him,
Testifying till it hurt, and then his eyes were opened again.
For Who he sought was standing right there,
And so he worshiped on the spot, the Lord's presence was clear.

It's that white-hot feeling of knowing that God is near,
Distance once gaping has been closed with tears,
But the dilemma is still pressing, though with only stillborn fears
Trying to tempt me to believe that the truth ain't clear.
But He's standing right here.

A Distraught woman with a stain-filled life,
Burdened by past relationships intensifying her inner-strife,
Until she met at man, at the well, a new acquaintance, see,
Another man who rubbed her wrong, pointing our her delinquency,
She fought back a bit with some quick quips,
He shared the greatest grace in silencing her lips
Showed her that the well wouldn't free her,
Showed her that He was the only One Who could see her.

It's that white-hot feeling of knowing that God is near,
Distance once gaping has been closed with tears,
But the dilemma is still pressing, though with only stillborn fears
Trying to tempt me to believe that the truth ain't clear.
But He's standing right here.