I peered behind the curtained veil I held my breath to peek On He, Whose heart had captured mine With glorious mystique. I’d known Him since my childhood. He to my spirit came Upon my invitation And cleared my heart of blame. With childlike faith of simple trust His gospel I believed. Yet entered not into my soul All for me He conceived. “Take this my yoke upon you, And thus you’ll learn of Me.” Misread to mean religion I changed to worker bee. From mornings bright and early to night times dark and deep, I did for Him my duty The jot and tittle keep. Then gradually, I burned out. My heart and flesh did fail. My zeal was gone. My passion dim, Consumed, fatigued, and frail. And then one day I saw it, With revelation speed, That easy is His burden My toil He doest not need. He did it all. It’s finished. My conscience has been freed From dead works busy serving. Deliverance guaranteed. A once for all salvation Includes His workmanship Created in Christ Jesus, Without further guilt trip. “You’ve done it all!” my soul exclaimed, “So what then is my part?” He smiled and answered tenderly, “Come see My work, sweetheart.” And so with awe and trembling, I gazed upon the throne, Amongst the glowing cherubim And radiance unknown. There seated in His glory, The Father and the Son, With Spirit joining to them Interceding for each one. What is His job — This Jesus God? Well, herein lies the key. He’s ever interceding now To pray for you and me. And this one thing He asks of us, Our mission now of worth — To hear His prayers, agree with them And bring them down to earth. He lingers at the altar, Our Royal Priest, He stands, Awaiting intercession From feeble hearts and hands. The import of our prayer life Seems small to His compare. Imperative, He’s made them — We’re flint that starts the flare. Before His golden censer Can smoke with fragrant fire, Our bowls must fill with incense Our groanings lifted higher. We know not how to pray thus. Which latchkey shall we use? To open up His storerooms, His pow’r and strength diffuse. In might, His Holy Spirit Helps weakness and defect. Impotence and unfitness Can never disaffect. So, child, come boldly to Him, Draw near to God this day. Be strong and know your weakness Is crucial when you pray. When you and I can pray with Him, And let Him bear the weight. Then life and purpose — future, too Have cause to celebrate. . Photo by Sara Jeng Grewar - Follow her on Instagram!