I hear you say, what is the point
In all of the grovelling,
Obsessing over our sin.
It smell of an abusive relationship.
I cannot deny there’s been plenty of days,
Where I’ve cowered in shame.
Self-pity and fear are the sins I’m trapped in.
They’re a net that the enemy often entangles me in.
But he’s the abuser, my Father the rescuer,
Lovingly cutting the nets of sin away.
So you see my tears are of thankfulness,
To the One who rescues me from my sin,
And from all the shame I’ve been trapped in.
My God is my rescuer.
And His rescue is so complete.
He dresses my wounds, then carries me home.
Holds me by the fireside, stroking my hair,
Calling me His daughter.
But I don’t get to sit by the fire forever,
He lovingly then sends me out to play.
To get muddy again, attempting to love.
Battered and bruised I run back home to Him,
Seeing how much my love pales next to His.
We are the abusers, our Father the rescuer,
Who hands out forgiveness, each time we are hurt.
When we are united, as we’re meant to be,
Then all of your sins will surely hurt me.
But the net it is strangling you, it pains me to see.
It’s not me you’re fighting and I can’t cut you free.
I see it in my children, and I see it in me.
All this resisting God just makes us bleed.
So I cry out for mercy, for me and for you.
Oh how I long that my Father be known.
That you’d let Him rescue you and take you home.