Friday, September 23, 2011

LET US DRAW NEAR


There isn’t an alternative; it’s quite enough for me,
To serve the Lord Almighty wherever He may be.
Perhaps He’s in the Temple? He may be in the field.
No matter where the Master is, my will to Him I yield.
He always is my refuge; my shelter from the storm.
His Holy Presence is enough; I wish it was my norm.
O Lord I love Your Temple; it’s where Your glory dwells.
Just knowing Lord that You are there, it’s more than tongue can tell!
I’d rather spend a day with you than in some other place.
A thousand days without You; exceeds what I can face.
I’d rather be a doorkeeper; I’d rather be on guard;
Than following the other folk right into Satan’s yard.
He can give me nothing but misery and pain.
But Father, You provide for me more than I can explain.
You give great satisfaction to those who draw in near.
Your goodness and Your mercy, fill me with Holy fear.
O Lord, You are my portion and my inheritance;
To stray for just a moment makes very little sense.
For if You are not present, what can protect my soul?
No other in creation can ever make me whole.
Why should I need protection when You are on my side?
A thousand men will look at me, then run away and hide.
They are intimidated; at times they even flee.
It must be Jesu’s presence each one of them can see.
O Lord my God why is this? Why is it they react?
We’re forced to the conclusion your presence is a fact!
And so we realise that when You are on the scene,
They know about Your presence and just what that can mean.
Perhaps the blood of Jesus is what they comprehend?
Perhaps they know instinctively that they cannot defend,
Against the One whose power is greater than their own?
    But they will have to face You while they are all alone.

O Lord You opened up for us a new and better way.
A route we didn’t know about until this very day;
And since we are forgiven and can rely on You,
We have a holy confidence in everything we do.
So we can come in boldly before Your Fathers throne.
And know He will receive us as if we are His own.
Jim Strickland – written Saturday, 24 September 2011