I recently sent this message to the team. I feel that these lyrics do a great job of portraying a Father who will take us no matter how bad the situation and will STILL welcome us to sit with Him at his table. I wrote this to the team but I think it applies to all of us. I'm honored to know each of you and even more honored that you would take the time to read anything that I have to say.
Wounded and Forsaken
I was shattered by the fall
Broken and forgotten
Feeling lost and all alone
Summoned by the King
Into the Master’s courts
Lifted by the Savior
And cradled in His arms
I was carried to the table
Seated where I don’t belong
Carried to the table
Swept away by His love
And I don’t see my brokenness anymore
When I’m seated at the table of the Lord
I’m carried to the table
The table of the Lord
Fighting thoughts of fear
And wondering why He called my name
Am I good enough to share this cup
This world has left me lame
Even in my weakness
The Savior called my name
In His Holy presence
I’m healed and unashamed
You carried me, my God
You carried me.
I don’t know what in life has left you broken and crippled. However, I can assure you that we have all felt that way at some point. We come together for this trip with such diverse backgrounds and stories. Yet we ALL have one thing in common….at some point God scooped your crippled figure up into his arms and carried you to His table. He deemed each of you worthy to sit in communion with Him. He carried you through calm and storm and He carried you to here. I’m sorry for whatever things you have had to endure in your lives but am thrilled to have you walking through this next week with me. Please know that I’m always here to listen to your stories, concerns, questions, or otherwise AND I’m always willing to share my life’s journey if you are curious as to what led me here. I certainly don’t stand before you as a leader because I am worthy or because I am blameless. I stand before you because at one point my daddy took pity on this crippled body and so He bent down, scooped me up, and held me close. He then invited me to sit awhile at His banquet table.
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love you ash. praying for you next week and wishing i could come.
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