A Waterfall’s Reminder

Remnants of destruction,

This waterfall’s seduction,

The power heard within it’s roar

Reminds me of the heavy door

Closed by God when

In His ark He saved His son

From the flood of His anger,

No fear for his child in the midst of danger.

Before the fountains of the deep

Caused the sons of men

To flee and weep

At God’s wrath upon sin

Before the waters obeyed

His voice to kill

All flesh 

That did not do His will,

Before the foundations of earth were laid,

The wind of God had blown.

A son He’d made,

A child He’d known.

Washed in blood of sacrifice 

Made perfect by propitiation

Noah heard his shepherd’s voice

Upon Gods visitation

No fear in the flood of Gods wrath,

Provision was made

Through the water,

A path…

God’s promise to Satan

For His Kingdom to come ,

To those who are waiting 

For a Son

To crush the Devil

And free His children

Who all their lives

Were slaves to evil

Would not fail!

He will gather His own

Through fire and hail

His promise to save would prevail.

In a literal flood you believe;

God really is holy,

Sin He will judge

You’re not deceived.

Then do not change the Father’s grace

From a gift of God

Into Noah’s strength;

His faith, merely a nod

At something Noah decided to have.

He’d chosen the good path,

He wasn’t a slave 

To sin, and under Gods wrath.

As if God made an offer

Hoping that he

Would exercise his will

God’s anger to flee.

Rather listen to Jesus 

When a ruler by night

Came to Jesus

Asking how to be right.

A teacher of Gods people

Could not see

That as the wind suddenly

Moves in the trees,

So Gods Sprit

Works alone 

To bring His sons

Safely home.

The son in the ark a representation

Making preparation,

A type and shadow

Of God’s propitiation.

Perfect righteousness only can stand

In Gods holy presence 

And He does demand

Perfect and perpetual obedience

Noahs blood would have been demanded

Had not a substitute stood

In his place, 

A shadow now

Given in grace

So then Noah was a figure 

Of the promised Son

But he must be washed

By the blood of the righteous one

Because of Adam His father 

He was born blind

But God gathers his sheep

And opens their eyes

To trust in Gods gift

To be forgiven by Him

Whom God did lift

On a cross of wood to bleed for them.

Remnants of destruction,

This waterfall’s seduction,

The power heard within it’s roar

Reminds me of the heavy door

Opened by God

For a rainbow to see

God’s promise of mercy 

To those whom He

Like Noah has shown

That His blood does atone 

His sons and daughters 

Through His Grace alone.

Do you brag like the Pharisee

In Luke 18 when he prayed

To thank God that he

Wasn’t like the sinner who stayed

On his face to cry out

I’m the sinner here

Have mercy, help my doubt

Not hiding his tears?

Or have you heard like this sinner man

“You’re forgiven”

My body broken for you?

Now you can

Worship like Noah

After the door

opened in Grace

He was condemned no more

God’s promise still good

A son would come

To crush the one

Who deceived the world

Despite his rescue

Noah still failed

But the son who did come

Over sin and death prevailed

Emmanuel, God with us

The better Noah

In whom we can trust

To bring us home

Finished His work

For His sons to die

And rise again

So our hope can lie

In His ark of promise

Christ Himself the one

Who alone

will bring us safely home.

Remnants of destruction,

This waterfall’s seduction,

The power heard within it’s roar

Reminds me of the heavy door

Of death’s coffin lid

That will close to open Christs kingdom to me

For by Grace I’ve been saved

Like Him I will be.

Whispers Of The Older Brother (Luke 15, Genesis 4)

“Prodigal None” Cain calls me

Though Abel’s my name

But my older brother won’t let me be

He constantly whispers my shame

How can you claim to be a son?

I know your secrets

I know who you are

It can never be undone

You wasted your life

While our Father I obeyed

I made Him my Lord

And I never strayed

I reply “Its true, Cain

And worse than you think

I’m ashamed of my stain 

And to dust I would shrink

If I didn’t remember 

When I crawled home in shame

That my Father came running

To give me His name

In my mind I’d made a deal

He might let me work my way

As a slave, not a son 

This sinners prayer I’d pray

I opened my mouth

To make my plea 

To offer my sacrifice,

To obey this time, I’d be

The best servant around

I’d make Him Lord of me

I’d never stray again

Here’s my sacrifice for sin

But my Father wouldn’t hear

Instead, He made a sacrifice 

With mine He wasn’t pleased

His wrath at my sin was already appeased

As He ran to me, He shouted

Kill my best calf! Spill its blood!

And clothe my son 

In robes I’ve provided

Put a ring on his finger

Spread a feast for him!

Rejoice with me!

Do not linger!

Yesterday I was eating with pigs

In my shame I’d fashioned 

Wretched robes 

With leaves made from figs

Today I feast at a table

Clothed by my Father in robes

Made for me

When I was unable

To make myself worthy,

Death I deserved.

But the blood on the ground

Now reminded me

That my Father had provided

A sacrifice for me

And made me His Son

Never to be

Condemned, I was free

To live in His house

Forgiven and clean

An heir of His promise

But the whisper of Cain

Still haunts as he watches me work

Not to earn my Fathers name

But because He loved first 

“I saw you look at that servant girl,

You may believe that the Father’s your Savior

But I know you still want to be in the world

Though He’s shown you His favor

You didn’t make him Lord

As did I

I’ve always obeyed him

And I never lie

That far country still calls you,

The look in your eye

Betrays your true heart

Make Him Lord now if you don’t want to die”

Sometimes Cain’s whispers 

Cause my mind

To doubt my Father’s love for me

And try to hide behind

My work for Him, 

The sacrifices I now make.

Surely they must be

The grounds on which I can stake

My assurance of His forgiveness

My place as a son

I’ll make Him my Lord more

Than I did before

Then I’ll be assured of my place

Like Cain I’ll bring

The work of my hands I hold out…

Only to see the ring!

This my assurance,

My Father first loved me!

He never loses a Son

Not even one

No Cain, I’ll cling

To the promise of the Father

By the sacrifice of blood

A substitute was there

Reminding me that I never

Could save myself from death

He is my Lord but I did not make Him so

He bought me with a precious price and this for me to know

His love for me has always been

And I can never earn

Salvation from His wrath at sin

And from it fully turn

Lawless I would be to claim 

That I’m a son

By turning from my sin

And making Him Lord of one

Who has a flesh like mine

That calls me to return 

To that far country every day 

And lusts within me burn

But my Father said I’m not condemned

While His robes I wear

One sacrifice I trust

Only one can calm my fear 

A lamb whose blood was shed

Is all that I will bring 

And shows me that a better one

Will come and be my King

Brother, I forgive you 

For you know not what you do

Were my last words 

As me his brother he slew

Now with my Heavenly Father I see

That my blood spoke of one to come

Christ, the lamb of God to be

The sacrifice for my sin, it was He

Once for all His blood was spilt

And the Father running came

To clothe me in His righteousness 

And cover all my shame

The older brother whispers 

But don’t believe his lies

Your sinners prayer, your Lordship life

Will never be enough

To save you from a Holy God 

Who gave you life and breath

You cannot make Him Lord enough

To save you from this death

But if to you in shame He ran

And for you killed the Lamb

And clothed you in a robe made white 

With blood of His dear Son

You can rest with God as your Father

And labor and love not to prove that you’re a Son

But rather because He first loved you

And made you with Him one 

You’ll groan against your sinful heart

And long for the way

To finally be like Him

Glorified with Him on that day