Wednesday, July 11, 2012

This Place

Broken again I come to this place. Tattered and torn, I fall to my knee's. Unfix able, I'm sure this time. This time I'll be sent away, He wont let me in this place. Not with all this filth, not the rags I have become. He'll see my face and turn away for sure this time. No, He could not possibly love me after what I've done, never. For I have sinned, though I thought I was perfect, as I often do, I fell, face down in an unclimbable pit. No this place is surly not where I belong. This place is for those who are better, who sin less, who do more of the things they should. Yes this time I must leave this place.

But wait! What did He say? Did He call me? Ask me to sit at His feet? Surely You Almighty God, could not be speaking of me! Didn't you see what I did? How I disregarded Your word. No this place is not for me.  I've come to many a time, and you've washed me clean, taken my sin. But not this time. No I must leave this place.

But there again I hear my name. Did you call me Lord? Me? It truly is you Lord! You profess Your love for me now, in this place. I fall on my knee's, for I am too weak to stand. I fall into your arms, You hold me close. Why did I stay away so long from this place? 

For it's here I am complete! Reminded that yes this place is made for those that are clean, those who have been set free. And again I see, this place IS made for me! For by the grace only found at the cross, in the blood of Your Son, I am clean! I have been set free! And I don't have to be afraid to come to this place.

This place is the only place I find peace, hope, forgiveness. It's given freely, for those who seek it. They will find it, here in this place.

Now that I have come to this place, I never want to leave, never! This place is where I find my identity, my purpose, my strength, my heart. It's all here, in His presence, in His arms. Love that lasts forever, that can get anyone through every dark night, every lonely season, every trial, every pain, every rejection, every wound, and every scare. This place is beautiful, this place is pure. I keep coming back to this place.

And He keeps calling me no matter how far I turn in the wrong direction, or how many steps I take on the wrong path. He welcomes me back with open arms. I confess and repent of the sin that holds me down. And He lovingly breaks me until nothing else makes sense but Him. 

In this place I'm with Him. He is with me. I am loved beyond compare. That is why I love, This place.

~In His Arms~

Rachel