Written By Liezahn van der Walt
The dark clouds of sin and death
Lie thick over man’s every breath.
With sweat and tears we strive
To build a life from which meaning we can derive.
And yet the harder we aim for freedom and light,
The weaker we become as our carnal nature wins the fight.
Our struggling humanity stumbles in the darkness where life is all about self,
Seldom do we dare to tread near the path where into God’s nature we can delve.
Are we not, for many a moment in life, so caught up in our own timid and limited ways
That we cannot even pray with coherent a word to the One that created all our days?
Do not our spirits ache and yearn for something so Magnificent to return?
Weakened in our waiting, all we seem capable of is to sigh and groan
We struggle through this ‘do-it-yourself’ life
Dead to knowing who we truly are…
And yet, from the grave He arose so that man can be freed from a life of death
And the tongue of fire came into our very being, releasing the shackles that held our breath
For as He did with our Lord whom we praise
So too will He raise
again our true self from its… buried life.
On the days when our prayers are silent and over life we do fuss,
It is the White Dove that intercedes for us
From the predestined start of it all,
He knew the very names He would call.
Within their hearts His ways are established,
And through their days He covers the ones who are cherished.
They are glorified and He is magnified!
Is this not the fantastic upon which we stand?
Is this not evidence that the King alive, holds everything in His hand?
If this is where our focus lies, what on Earth can have louder cries?
With this power living in us – what or who would even dare?
How do you think their stand against us would fare?
For, through Him, we are more than conquerors
Can separate us from Him…