Therefore I reached the point where it made no sense at
all,
Where it seemed as though I was being punished because of
waiting on your word,
When all around me gave their counsel for me to run,
Yet I choose not to listen to the counsel of those around
me,
Reminded of the
two kings who heeded the advice of others,
Almost losing their blessing and their kingdom,
Knowing that my heart is desperately wicked above all
things and untrustworthy,
Yet you discern its intents,
Dividing my bone from marrow with the sword of your word,
And so I will return to your word,
Because it was in the beginning, it was you and is you,
And so I’ll return to the beginning,
Where it was me and you,
Many are the plans of the heart but the answer of the
mouth comes from you,
I will no longer be enslaved
By the misery of my heart,
By the uncertainties of my mind,
Crying out for creation of a clean heart and renewal of a
right spirit
Knowing that my substance being unformed you knew me,
And numbered were the days you kept for me,
The journey from a place of known to a place of unknown
is not the easiest,
And bearing me witness are the kinds of Abraham and Moses
who despite the difficulties decided to obey,
And though my heart unsure may cause me not to heed your
word,
And though my spirit anguished may warrant me to sit in
pity,
I will arise,
No longer will I look to the men around me to deep me in
the pool once stirred by the Angel to receive my healing’
But I will listen to the voice standing by the waters to
take up my mat and walk,
Yes walk away from this wish I could, wish I would
mentality,
Rising up to the reality that I am precious and loved
beyond measure,
Sit at the table
set by my master for my pleasure and find a treasure in the love he holds for
me in full measure,
A cup overflowing with sure goodness and mercy,
Singing Jesus you have prevailed
Knowing that I am God’s own, just like the nation of
Israel was because of Abraham’s obedience,
I have been brought to the fold because of Christ’s
obedience,
He who died is risen that I may be well,
And so I will return to the beginning where it was me and
you,
And stop beating up myself for the past, because in you I
am made new,
Washed and sanctified,
No more tears,
for you fill my mouth with laughter,
Giving me shoes for dancing, I will dance to my victory,
Understanding that you take my filthy rags and trade them
for robes of righteousness,
No more sheets, as you unveil me to your truth, just like
the lady at the well, no longer ashamed but amazed that you know me from the
inside out,
Shout out loud that the world may know that I am loved by
he who calls me the planting of the Lord,
So I will go back to the beginning and he will lead me to
the end.
