by Chris Rice
(Great song - encourage you to hear it on Youtube... well done accompaniment makes goods lyrics great)
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!
Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!
And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall...so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!
Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!
O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!
And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!
// Oh man, this past week was tough, physically and emotionally.
Physically: I've discovered that it's tough to recover from an all-nighter. I think I can usually finish off the week pretty normally and make it up during the weekend. This time, though, it was hard. I worked 9-10 hrs one day, went home for 6 hours, then drove back to the office at midnight and worked another 12.75 hours before going home. I won't go into why here... I posted on it like a week or two ago, probably under the "life" tag, if you want to know. Maybe it's the accumulation of a few months of lots of work that made this one tougher. I would be concerned a bit about my running performance, too, with my low mileage and new bits of poundy knees lately, except I am PRing in both the 5K and 13.1.
Mentally: How can I make this succinct... short yet meaningful? This week, I've learned (again) that small actions that we don't think much about, whether friendly or apathetic or unfriendly, can make a great deal to people. I tend to need a lot of validation (don't we all?), and this week at work, I got the opposite in a few instances. In retrospect, it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, considering the two years of good feedback that I've had, compared to this one week, but I guess I've been working super hard lately. Intentional or not, or maybe just misinterpreted by me, certain interactions just had more weight than normal. It happens when you're in a fragile state where you need more validation. What might've been angry looks hurt more, and efforts of others to encourage me were gems of grace. When you interact with people, you have no idea what they may be going through... that's something I'll try to keep in mind, and maybe that'll spur me on to encourage others more and be more conscious about when I may be unintentionally hurting someone's feelings by brushing them off or being impatient.
Running's been my no-fail happy pill, but this week, it seemed like just a temporary fix... maybe for a few hours, the pain would be numbed. But I haven't gotten to shake this feeling all weekend - it's oppressive. The Feeling... worthlessness in all areas (professional, social, spiritual), with the exception of running, which, despite some decent performances lately, isn't completely satisfying. I feel hopeless and undeserving, but I heard this song on the radio, and maybe if I just look up, I'll have the right perspective... maybe God's just hoping that I'll look up. Maybe a mixture of the Enemy with his half-truths and condemnation, plus, more importantly, my own sinful nature, has been keeping my head looking in all the wrong places for fulfillment and worth, and God's hoping hoping hoping that I'll look up and see all that he wants to be able to give me.
Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!
Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!
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