They Go Out Boldly

He chases after them

As they go out boldly.

Hating Gods chosen,

He pursues them coldly.

Since the day he’d enslaved them

And blinded their eyes,

he’d hated God’s promise

to deliver, when He heard their cries.

Pitiful slaves they were,

building his cities,

loving his idols,

and bound in his miseries.

Yet God chose them

before the foundations of the world were laid

To be sons and daughters 

and no longer afraid.

For with a strong hand

Jehovah had promised to bring 

his chosen bride out

clothed in white and wearing His ring.

An animal in the garden,

a firstborn from Abel,

a ram in the bush,

and unleavened bread on the table,

all signaled God’s promise

That a sinless substitute’s blood

would pay the ransom; 

that only God could

save his people from their chains,

and bring them to a land 

rich with God’s presence,

reconciled by His hand.

The substitute’s blood on the doorposts,

a mark of God’s people;

chosen in Christ,

not the strong, but the feeble.

The midnight hour came

when God’s wrath at sin

was brought on the head

of all sinful men.

But the angel of death passed over

the chosen of God;

for the innocent lamb

had suffered God’s rod

The only begotten

Son of his love

laid down His life

as gentle as a dove.

His blood on the doorposts,

a covering for them.

He will not lose one

of His sheep even when

Satan’s armies give chase

and death’s sea lies ahead;

unscalable mountains

surround with dread.

He will open the sea

And make a way through,

then crush Satan’s armies

Though they pursue.

The land that was promised to the Israel of God

Is an unshakeable kingdom and forever will be

Where God dwells with His people

No death will they see.

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.