Thursday, March 18, 2010

RUN TO YOU (Ben Utecht)

Brokenness comes after the fall
Face down, backs against a wall
But then I look up, see you reaching you out to me
Now I run to you
When I see your face, I run to you
When I hear your voice, I run to you
When I feel your love, I run to you
With open arms I run to you
Let my rains come and wash away your tears
Let my winds blow as they whisper in your ears
They say, child you are loved
Now I run to you, child I run to you
When I see your tears, I run to you
When I hear your cries, I run to you
When I feel your pain, I run to you
With open arms I run to you
When I see your face, hear your voice, feel your love, I run to you
When I see your tears, hear your cries, feel your pain, I run to you
Now I run…

Good morning, Lord Jesus.  Thank you for a restful night.  Early in the morning will I seek Your face.  I love to feel the “wind” as my fingers fly over this keyboard.  Humorously I feel like Eric Eitel, the guy who was the marathon runner that said he could feel the motion of God in him as he ran.  The movie Chariots of Fire was made about him (if you haven’t ever seen that, you should get it)  I have that same kind of “feeling” as I type.  I love that the Holy Spirit allows my body to be His temple as He ministers through my Spirit man.  This song is a conversation between God and man.  We run to God when we need Him and He runs to us when we need Him. 

I have probably written about Saul’s grandson Mephibosheth before (2 Samuel 9), but it is such a beautiful story and it is on my heart this morning.  The story says that this man was broken and forgotten.  David had to set out to find him.  He was crippled in both feet and as far as I can find in Scriptures, he was never healed.  David had compassion in his heart and wanted to show kindness to someone in Saul’s family.  He found Mephibosheth and asked him to come before him.  He told him that he was going to honor his father Jonathan and seat him where “he thought he didn’t belong”.  I have heard it said that after Mephibosheth was carried to the table of the King, he didn’t see his brokenness any more, he was now taken care of in the house of the King. 

Father, I thank You that You have found us and carried us to Your table.  You have shown kindness to us.  My crippled feet are under the table of the Lord.  I appreciate You, Lord for giving me security that I am seated at the King’s table.  That table where there is abundance.  I am seeing less and less of my brokenness as I am in awe that the King of the Universe would come after me and ask me to “sit at his table”.  “Even in my weakness, the Savior calls my name.  In His Holy Presence, I am healed and unashamed, swept away by His love”.  Lord, I want to go and find others that are broken, thinking they don’t belong.  I want to bring them to Your table, a place of security.  A place where they can lift their head up knowing they are sitting in a King’s palace.  A kind, forgiving King.  Today I am

Arriving at the Palace,

Mary Ann