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Weeping at the Master’s feet.

Posted by appolus on December 29, 2012

Have you wept at the Master’s feet?
Have you fallen upon the mercy seat?
Has you’re eyes been opened wide?
Have you looked to your soul, deep inside?

Like a mirror coming into view
Have you ever seen yourself so true?
That you cried out when you first begun
” I am a man and I am undone.”

Coals of fire heaped upon your head
Falling on your face as one whose dead
“Please Oh please don’t look on me
With eyes that burn and can truly see.”

There is no place that I can hide
As He looks at me, looks deep inside
I see you child I see deep within
I loved you while you were still in sin

And as love touches this part of me
And all the sins that no one can see
There is released from heaven above
A never-ending river of love

Oh Christendom, Christendom will you ever sing
“My eyes, my eyes have seen the King,”
Can you drink, can you drink from the Master’s cup
And see Him high and lifted up?

When the flesh lies dead in utter defeat
You will find yourself at the Master’s feet
When your eyes are lifted to the one on high
You will weep and weep and cry and cry

Tears of joy and tears of sadness
A heart that weeps and is full of gladness
Sadness and joy they both shall meet
They are one and the same at the Master’s feet

Truly saints, one can never appreciate where we have been delivered from, until we can look into the darkest part of who we were. Its knowing this and knowing that God loved us while we were yet in our sins that causes the heart to be so amazed. A saint will know both the agony and the joy of love. To know a man with no joy is to know a man who has not been touched in the deepest part of who he is. To know a man who does not, at times , agonize over the sin that is in his flesh, is to know a man who has never plunged the depths of his love. The joy and the agony is where the circle meets, at the feet of our Lord. Such overwhelming joy is watered by tears of knowing and to be known…….. bro Frank

2 Responses to “Weeping at the Master’s feet.”

  1. Leslie Manto said

    O brother, how true these words are. Yesterday, as I walked in a cemetery, though filled with dead men’s bones beneath the ground and those sleeping in the ground awaiting resurrection, I was filled with wonder and awe of God. The brilliance of the sun, the whiteness of the snow that covered the earth, the awareness of the life of Jesus within me…..I thanked him for the awareness of all the sins and slimy pits and terrible fleshly life that He has delivered me from, for indeed all these agonies made me ever so aware of the Ecstasy of his forgiveness, joy and great love for me, for us, for those who turn to him.
    Praise the Lord, my brother, for He has given you the heart of a psalmist and if no one puts melodies to them here on earth, they are already written in heaven.
    May God bless you, dear brother.
    Sister Leslie

    • appolus said

      Sister Leslie writes………..

      “, I was filled with wonder and awe of God. The brilliance of the sun, the whiteness of the snow that covered the earth, the awareness of the life of Jesus within me…..I thanked him for the awareness of all the sins and slimy pits and terrible fleshly life that He has delivered me from, for indeed all these agonies made me ever so aware of the Ecstasy of his
      forgiveness, joy and great love for me, for us, for those who turn to him.”

      Amen sister, amen!! …………………….. bro Frank

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