A stranger and an exile in a land I once called home. The world is waning stranger as I peer into the gloam. My bleary eyes breathe teary cries, as all the days wax dim. My tender nerves have no reserves my hope has withered grim.
The leaden sky heaves out a sigh, the dismal days drag slowly by, with apathetic pace. Dejection schemes with dull despair to shatter hope beyond repair, and all my joys erase. In sympathy, the barren tree outside my window looks at me with pity in its face, But I look past it unaware, Indifferent to its baleful stare - Despondency's embrace.
Yet somewhere deep inside, I know, That underneath the Winter snows, The roots of hope lie in repose, Internal and undying.
And even though they may not show, Their presence shows that Someone chose To clothe me with His wedding clothes, His righteousness providing.
Although they're hidden down below, With withered blooms all shriveled, froze, In Spring they'll blossom like the rose, And when their verdant budding shows, New life, again, will death depose, Eternal and abiding.
Like many, I’ve been going through a winter of the soul lately. I can blame a number of factors, not the least of which are my medical condition, a growing sense of isolation, the uncertainty of the pandemic, and the general state of the world, but in the end it all serves to lay bare the utter bankruptcy of everything except for Jesus Christ and His everlasting kingdom.
It has likewise exposed my need to once again repent of my apathy and coldness of heart, pick up my sword to fight the good fight of faith, and preach to my own soul the love of God in the face Jesus Christ –
Who loved me at first while I yet despised Him,
Who loved me to death, yet I still reviled Him,
Who poured His grace on a sinner like me
by dying my death upon Calvary’s tree,
and rising again to set me free –
Free from sin,
Free from death,
Free from despondency.
Free to love,
Free to serve,
Free to live for eternity.
Praise the Lord that He does not change, His promises are everlasting, and His covenant of love with all who call upon His name in faith is sealed with His righteous blood, and “He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” (Philippians 1:6)
So, dear soul, take heart and gaze once more upon He who was pierced for your transgressions, and know what true love looks like – endless love – love that will outlast not just this winter, not just this global pandemic, but a love that will outlast the mountains and even the very stars in the heavens above.
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