Hear the Whisper of Our Savior

Written October 2008.
Inspired by Kibera, Kenya
Words by Jacob Fraher
To the tune of
"Hark The Voice of Jesus Calling"
LW 318
Music:Galilean

Hear the whisper of our Savior:
"Take your cross and follow me.
Do not worry. Do not terry.
Faith in me is all you need."
Lies, Injustice, and all Evil:
Be consumed by Gospel fire
With a righteous anger press on
Humbleness and Love admire.

Hear the command of our Savior:
"Take your cross and follow me."
Humble yourself life our Jesus
Wash the dirt off beggars feet.
Orphans, Prostitutes and Sinners
Yes, the kingdom is of these.
To the sick he sends a doctor
An eternal remedy.

Hear the screaming of our Savior
God is dying on that tree
Humbly he came from glory
Broke the gates of hell for me
Death nor sin nor hell could hold him
Christ's ambassadors are we.
Love your God and Love your neighbour.
Show your faith in all your deeds.

Jesus! Jesus! Yes we hear you!
May your holy will be done.
Break our hearts when your hearts broken
Saving Grace through you begun
To the hungry and the helpless
Send the hope that lives in me
A Cross to bear. A charge to keep.
Walking toward eternity.

Dragged to Your Cross

Words can’t describe it.
Heartbreaking?
Maybe - but that places too much emphasis on you.
It wasn’t about you.
It was about them.
There was a pain in the room.
It transcended - no, consumed - the onlooker.
A jolt of reality with such force that you thought your heart was broken.
The sad part is that it wasn’t broken - the heart.
The pain felt was not enough to satisfy the pain you wish you felt.
And you are left. Not left alone like them, but left alone with yourself.
with an entirely intact beating heart, predictably pumping to the pulse of life.
A broken heart that didn’t even skip a beat? No.
The steady beat reminds you that the pain is not enough.
Another second passes - the memory is that much farther away.
Ironically, the pain grows as the pain decreases.
You try to forget, but struggle to remember.
The details fade, and you are left with a dream - a nightmare.
They don’t understand you. Then again, how could they?
You don’t even understand yourself.
You sang all night, cried, prayed - begged.
Your heart was highjacked by the pain.
Or maybe - a willing slave.
Chained to both endless love and a departure time.
Dragged through death’s valley, then thrown on a plane.
You’ve learned to smile, going through the motions.
Steadily flipping the pages of life - but you know where the story goes.
You asked to go home - but He changed its location.
You asked for your heart to be broken - but He dragged you to your cross.

19 Days.

Just Around.