word to your mother

Lately I've been hit with holy conviction and it's tough, man. Every day the Lord, in His goodness, opens my eyes to more of my coyote ugly sin. It's not a pretty sight. I had no idea I was so wicked.

...what's that? You knew all along?

Thanks.

Ah, this sin. It penetrates deep and spreads wide and like an obese gorilla it sits on my chest and weighs me down so unbearably that I realize, again, that the Gospel is for me. ME. I need Jesus.

My friend Kristi sent me the lyrics to an old hymn last year when I was feeling quite down. I rediscovered her letter and wanted to post these words, mostly as a reminder to myself that the Savior is at hand and that he blesses my troubles. This is good news.

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled.

Fear not, I am with you, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid.
I'll strengthen and help thee and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow,
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through firey trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply.
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to its foes.
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake.