Saturday, August 23, 2008

I Am

After the suffering of his soul,
he will see the light of life and be satisfied
Isaiah 53:11

Sometimes I don't love Jesus. Even when I hear the Christmas or Easter story. But for some reason, when I read Isaiah 53 and the person and suffering of Christ is prophesied (one of many places) I really loved Christ. Maybe it was just for a night that that happened. But if it can happen one night, one unexceptional night, maybe it can happen again. And if it can happen again, maybe it can happen frequently. And maybe if it can happen frequently, maybe it can one day, some very exceptional day, it can become continual.
Most of the time when I love Jesus, it's when I hear music.

I Am
Nichole Nordeman

Pencil marks on a wall
I wasn't always this tall
You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed
You watched my team win
You watched my team lose
You watched when my bicycle went down again

And when I was weak
Unable to speak

Still I could call you by name

And I said "Elohim, oh super healer, come if you can"

And you said "I Am"


Only sixteen
Life is so mean

What kind of curfew is at ten pm?

You saw my mistakes

You watched my heart break

Heard when I swore I'd never love again


When I was weak

Unable to speak

Still I could call you by name

And I said "Heartache healer, secret keeper, be my best friend"

And you said "I Am"


You saw me wear white

By pale candlelight

I said "Forever" to what lies ahead

Two kids and a dream

With kids that can scream

Too much it might seem

When it's 2 am


When I am weak, unable to speak

Still I will call you by name

"Oh Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker, hold on to my hand."

And you say "I Am"


The winds of change and circumstance blow in

And all around us

So we find a foothold that's familiar

And bless the moments that we feel you nearer


When life had begun

I was woven and spun

You let the angels dance 'round the throne

And who can say when

But they'll dance again

When I am free and finally headed home


I will be weak, unable to speak

Still I will call you by name

"Creator, Maker, Life sustainer

Comforter, Healer, My Redeemer

Lord and King

Beginning and the End"

"I Am, yes I Am."

4 comments:

mimihalley said...

That's a beautiful poem, Heather. Thanks for sharing. I found your blog from Amy's. I hope you don't mind.

The Hartz said...

I love you Heather. I love your honesty and your caring heart. You are a blessing in my life. :)

Hope your days are happy!

Love,
Laura

amydaisyrose said...

Wow, Mimi is smarter than me, I just now figured out that I could look to see if you had a blog, and she did it days ago. Well, I hope you don't mind if I read it too! Isaiah 53 is one of my favorites. I miss you!

Patty said...

I just landed at your blog (because of your latest post about your auditon). I hope you don't mind my little random comment here ...

I love your honesty. Thank you. I've been a believer for nearly forever, but there are days when my unbelief is pretty darn huge. Even at this ancient age of mine (53). The struggle between doubt and faith is a forever one for me, I guess. Go figure. But God is greater than I and I trust Jesus to hold on to me even when I'm not so good at holding on to him.

Anyway, thanks for the blog. & I wish you the best with your oboing! :-)

Patty @ oboeinsight.com