If I have not allowed Christ
to access my deepest hurts and pains
then how can I help others
during their times of hurts and pains?
How can I help to bind up broken hearts
When my heart is broken?
How can I set captives free
When I feel like a captive?
How can I release prisoners
When I am still in prison?
How can I proclaim God’s favour
If I have not allowed his favour in my life?
How can I comfort mourners
When I am in mourning?
How can I provide for those who grieve
When I am overwhelmed with grief?
How can I bestow on them a crown of beauty
When everything seems ugly?
The oil of gladness when I’m experiencing sadness?
A garment of praise when I’m in despair?
How can a blind man lead?
With the help of a guide dog?
How effective is that?
He can only go so far – he’s limited, restricted.
How can I be called oaks of righteousness
When I am so preoccupied with my own unworthiness?
A vessel and planting to display God’s splendour
When I am just a weed, not good for anything
But to be thrown in the fire?
Given a mandate to re-build, restore and renew
Afforded the help of others – foreigners and be provided for
Being called ‘priests of the Lord? ministers of God?
Promised wealth and riches, removal of shame
In return for a double portion and everlasting joy
Removal of disgrace in return for great rejoicing?
Why me Lord? I hear you cry
I’m not worthy in your sight!
Others say I’m not worthy!
Why me Lord?
And He said,
‘Because I am your God who love justice.
I hate robbery and iniquity,
And because I am a faithful God
I will make an everlasting covenant with them
You and your offspring will be known among the nations
And when you see them
You will acknowledge that these people are blessed by God
Lord I’m not worthy but
Because you considered me
Worthy enough to stretched out
Your arms and die for me
To use me in my weakness
And make me strong
To love me unconditionally
When all other intention is to discard me
I will greatly delight in my Lord
My soul rejoices in my God
For He has clothe me with garments of salvation
And arrayed me in robe of righteousness
He called me His bridegroom
And adorn my head like a priest
He called me His bride and adorn
My neck with jewels
As the soil makes the sprout came up
And a garden causes seeds to grow
So the sovereign Lord will make my
Righteousness and praise spring before
Lord, I surrender
All I am and all I have is yours
I will pursue whatever you want me to
Use me according to your will!
[Some words taken from Isa. 61]
K.M.Roach (to be updated)