Where are the tears?

Stop! When I stop long enough to expose myself to the light of God's love (which can in no way be absent of truth) I begin to see myself for who I am. I am a beggar and a thief who has been brought into the King's palace. The sheer brilliance of the King is in stark contrast to my dark and dingy self. God's intent is not to expose me as a fraud, for that is evident. No the Kings intention is to help me be honest about who/what I am. Put off the dingy cloths and to put on royalty.

Pure Awe! Pure Joy! Here come the tears.


"My eyes are dry
My faith is old
My heart is hard
My prayers are cold

But I know how I ought to be,
Alive to you and dead to me

What can be done
For an old heart like mine
Soften it up with oil and wine
The oil is you, your spirit of love
Please wash me anew in the wine of your blood"

- Song lyrics by Keith Green.