Disguise

See the diamond
beyond the stumpy
hands and feet,
the love that comes through
tearful eyes.
Just look beyond
their frail body
and see the gems.
The King of kings
has died for all of them.
Look to their hearts
and see the comforted;
behind what eyes can meet
is so much more to see.
That’s where the Father’s love
and passion hides.
It’s underneath their
withered, wrinkled faces;
It’s hidden in their eyes.
There Jesus took refuge.
He’s hidden in their eyes
08/01/2012

The persecuted Jesus

16.11.08

The international day of prayer for the persecuted church

What name is this

that men, women and children

lay down their lives for!?

What have they seen in Him!?!

What way had He revealed

Himself to them

that He is so compelling,

so full of wonder

and so true?

What power drives them

to the death row,

that beckons them,

they willingly and smiling go!

What kind of name is this

that when they speak out loud

with courage and in trust

they are enchained

and put in prisons,

and when they’re trodden down and tortured

they sing His glorious Name!!!

What splendour crowns this name!?!

that drives fear out of their hearts

defies the persecutors’ hate

yet love their souls!?!

What majesty’s around this name

that they cannot but spread with cost of life!?!

yet with our very eyes have failed to see

and have an image far too dim and faded

of this celestial king!?!

This name we grow up with

this very One is so life-changing

but is the least esteemed.

That way He has revealed to them

that thirst and long for Him,

but we just get familiar with

and take for granted

what’s blood paid.

That power is for everyone who wants it,

It’s fuel for every step in furnace

and in front of sword.

This kind of name we barely speak of

we hide ourselves,

don’t want to be embarrassed of,

and stay silent when people talk about.

That splendour is around His name

but we are just too slack to crave for,

too blind, too burdened in our sins,

too weak to see Him.

That majesty’s around this name

but we don’t even know of.

He waits for us to share it,

to taste of Him and pass it on.

This name is all that Father God

has given us to bring us life,

to make us new

by the blood of His cross

and by the faith in Him

to come to be like Him.

To live for Him and die for Him.

They leave their life

to die into their faith.

We leave our faith

to die out of our life.

This is the Man that called them

to the altar

This is the Man that called us

to give our lives for Him.

This is the persecuted Jesus Christ.

 

 

Mission

I’m on a mission of love
to fight the selfishness
to fight the fearful, filthy mind
to fight against what’s less
than greater life,
to call upon the Fire of God
to burn inside my heart.

I’m on a mission
to share God’s plan
to tell the needy heart
all He’s done in my life.
I’m on a mission
to learn to fight for truth
to guide the stumbling feet
to keep the faith in Him
to warn the sleepy eyes
to raise the  fallen down
to wake the dead in spirit
to hear the Word of God.

I’m on a mission
to hear His call and follow Him
to be like my Commander
and walk the way with Him
to shine His light in me.

I’m on a mission
to call out men to arms
to conquer souls for heaven

I’m on a mission
to fight the great fight of the faith

I’m just a low rank soldier
but I’m a soldier
on a mission of love. © SFR