What can we say to those who aren’t
interested in scripture, don’t believe the prophecies or think this is a nice
thing for the Jewish faith but doesn’t really apply to anyone else? After all, they
live decent lives, live to high moral standards, don’t kill, rob or harm others
and just want to be left alone to do their own thing. They believe in
individual rights and freedoms and don’t feel any king should have sway over their
existence. Even more important, how can we stand in the face of such logic and protect
and grow our own faith?
We’ll talk about these issues
later, but at the end of the day it really doesn’t matter if anyone confesses
Christ is Lord or not. Kings are not appointed or voted into position. Christ remains
King whether or not He is acknowledged. He does as He wills without asking
permission or the opinion of others. He just is King. Thanks be to Abba that
our King is good, that He only wants what’s best for us, that He sacrificed
himself to allow us the opportunity to be with Him for eternity. We rejoice in His
authority and in the recognition that will be provided by believers and
unbelievers alike.
“I have sworn by Myself, the Word
has gone out of my mouth in righteousness, and shall not return, that unto me
every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear.” Isaiah 45:23.
For it is written, As I live,
saith the Lord, every knee shall bow to Me, and every tongue shall confess to
God.” Romans 14:11.
I
lie prostrate before My Lord.
My
King, my Savior, my God.
The
radiance of His holiness
Would
consume me, but I remain.
Bent
at the waist with hands outstretched,
Palms
turned down, forehead on the floor,
knees
bowed.
The
position is natural, comfortable
Clothed
in shimmering mithril,
A
covering of righteousness
Which
allows me to bear His presence.
How
am I here? He called me.
I
know my unworthiness, my sin.
But
they are no longer remembered.
Clean
hands and a pure heart remain,
My
soul is restored
Cry
out with joy and praise,
A
beautiful sound escapes,
My
profane lips have been cleansed
By
the truth fire from his censer.
He
calls
I slowly lift my head
and
see the outstretched hands
pierced
by the nails of my transgressions.
Arise
My
child, my servant, my friend.
Go
forth
And
speak the good news.
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