'My people, what have I done to you?
How have I burdened you?
Answer me. 'Micah 6:3 NIV
'“O my people,
what have I done to you?
What have I done to make you tired of me?
What a week, and looking at the words of God
What have I done to you?
Seeing it in the eyes of Jesus
No words can come out
The love He has for us
He is living and active
He is full of compassion
And has every right to punish us
Yet He ask the question!
How can I answer?
Can the clay tell it Master
How to create it?
Yet we seem to be masters of our destiny
We seem to the look the other way
We seem to have complaints
We seem to want to mould the clay
So I dare to ask myself?
Shall a clay tell it creator what shape is required
For no words are spoken
Until the clay porter gives it the mouth to speak
And our Master says
My sheep will hear my voice
I will never leave you nor forsake you
Yet I dare to utter words too good for me
So I reflect on the words of the Creator
I sit and look at the words and mediate
I will dwell in the land of the living
I will dwell in the present
As in the days of my youth
You protected me against the rebels
I will tell of Your wonders
You made me walk and the doctors
Has no words to say but you are lucky
And I know it wasn’t luck
It was the mighty hand of God
The healing power of our Lord Jesus Christ
My Healer and Protector
Examine me, O Lord, and prove me
Try my mind and my heart
For Your lovingkindness is before me
And I have walked in Your truth
The truth that is a light
That shows the way to freedom
It is in You I trust
Be my Rock of refuge
For words cannot answer Your questions
Things are too wonderful for me
For who am I to even look and answer
For I do not understand anything
I have heard You with my ears
And I come to You and repent
By the blood of Jesus Christ
Who is the First and the Last
The holder of the keys of Hades and of death
I look to You only
I worship You Lord Jesus
For I do not fear death because You hold the key
You are the God of all
I love You, LORD