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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.
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