One little misstep…one wrong turn…one distracted movement…suddenly you’re caught. Just your foot, but you can’t shake it loose. The sand is pulling, sucking, grasping.
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand
Merely an annoyance.
No need to worry.
If you don’t look down, it’s easy forget that you’re slowly sinking…
You assume you can pull your self out on your own.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
The more you struggle and pull, the more it grasps and pulls and sucks you deeper. Slowly…oh so slowly at first. And then without warning, you are sinking, gasping, screaming, falling….
His oath, His covenant, and blood Support me in the whelming flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
Grasping out at anything nearby, you realize that nothing around you is solid either. Nearly overwhelmed in the flood of sinking sand, there is but one place to turn…up.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found, Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne! On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
And that sure steady hand that was being offered all along is right there
Waiting
Offered Freely
Strong
Sure
Unfailing
Ready to pull you out of the endless, sucking, sinking sand.
He is good…oh so good. And you wonder why you didn’t reach up at the first. Never-the-less, He is there waiting to heal every hurt and bruise, to hold tight to your lost and exhausted mind, to calm and refresh your anxious and fearful heart. He is good.
Ahhh sisters,,,so often I feel caught. So why do I ignore the sand that is sucking me in? Why do I not listen to my Redeemer as He calls my name? Why do I blindly ignore or stubbornly struggle on my own when His hand is freely offered?
Yet in all my stubbornness and struggling and stumbling…He is good.
One little misstep…one wrong turn…one distracted movement…suddenly you’re caught. Just your foot, but you can’t shake it loose. The sand is pulling, sucking, grasping.
My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand
Merely an annoyance.
No need to worry.
If you don’t look down, it’s easy forget that you’re slowly sinking…
You assume you can pull your self out on your own.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
The more you struggle and pull, the more it grasps and pulls and sucks you deeper. Slowly…oh so slowly at first. And then without warning, you are sinking, gasping, screaming, falling….
His oath, His covenant, and blood Support me in the whelming flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay. On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
Grasping out at anything nearby, you realize that nothing around you is solid either. Nearly overwhelmed in the flood of sinking sand, there is but one place to turn…up.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found, Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne! On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand.
And that sure steady hand that was being offered all along is right there
Waiting
Offered Freely
Strong
Sure
Unfailing
Ready to pull you out of the endless, sucking, sinking sand.
He is good…oh so good. And you wonder why you didn’t reach up at the first. Never-the-less, He is there waiting to heal every hurt and bruise, to hold tight to your lost and exhausted mind, to calm and refresh your anxious and fearful heart. He is good.
Ahhh sisters,,,so often I feel caught. So why do I ignore the sand that is sucking me in? Why do I not listen to my Redeemer as He calls my name? Why do I blindly ignore or stubbornly struggle on my own when His hand is freely offered?
Yet in all my stubbornness and struggling and stumbling…He is good.
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