Falling down
"I feel like such a small, stumbling child…and I am…but I can fall into His arms and He holds me and then sets me aright yet again." That was the last line of my musings on the sovereignty of God, and writing it brought to mind the words of an old song by Twila Paris called "The Warrior is a Child"...
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The Warrior is a Child
Only I don't feel at all like a "warrior"...I more feel like just a pilgrim, a sojourner (a theme carried through to the title of this blog)...a stumbling, trudging, plodding pilgrim...who can't ever take a step forward without taking two back. But...like the line to another song says..."the saints are just the sinners who fall down and get up". And really, if I never "fell", if I always did everything perfectly...why would I need Jesus? Obviously, we shouldn't "sin that grace may abound" (Romans 6:1-2)...but when I do stumble and scrape my knee and cry "Daddy!"...Daddy comes. And He dries my tears, holds me in His arms, and sends me on my way again. I take a few more toddling steps and down I go! And I wonder...why even try, if I'll only fall again? Because I dream that one day He might say..."Well done, my child." And then I'll fall again...this time to my knees, and worship my King. And He'll again dry my tears (Rev. 21:4) and hold me. Oh, what wonderful, what glorious bliss will be There...Home. There I'll never trudge, never stumble, never fight against this horrible flesh or self...I'll be free from all that to just dance in worship to my King. What a glorious day!
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” ~Rev. 21:4
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The Warrior is a Child
Only I don't feel at all like a "warrior"...I more feel like just a pilgrim, a sojourner (a theme carried through to the title of this blog)...a stumbling, trudging, plodding pilgrim...who can't ever take a step forward without taking two back. But...like the line to another song says..."the saints are just the sinners who fall down and get up". And really, if I never "fell", if I always did everything perfectly...why would I need Jesus? Obviously, we shouldn't "sin that grace may abound" (Romans 6:1-2)...but when I do stumble and scrape my knee and cry "Daddy!"...Daddy comes. And He dries my tears, holds me in His arms, and sends me on my way again. I take a few more toddling steps and down I go! And I wonder...why even try, if I'll only fall again? Because I dream that one day He might say..."Well done, my child." And then I'll fall again...this time to my knees, and worship my King. And He'll again dry my tears (Rev. 21:4) and hold me. Oh, what wonderful, what glorious bliss will be There...Home. There I'll never trudge, never stumble, never fight against this horrible flesh or self...I'll be free from all that to just dance in worship to my King. What a glorious day!
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” ~Rev. 21:4