Roundabout Redemption
Then the Lord
appeared to Solomon by night, and said to him: "I have heard your prayer,
and have chosen this place for Myself as a house of sacrifice. When I shut up heaven and there is no rain,
or command the locusts to devour the land, or send pestilence among My
people, if My people who are called by
My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their
wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal
their land.
2 Chronicles 7:12-14
NKJV
Explanation | Repentance is
yet another word that has been excised from our vocabulary. Sin, judgement,
hell, all like a misjudged malignant melanoma on the bare uncovered skin of
humanity, have been cut out. Consequently, we have no need of a Saviour, no
need of forgiveness, yes, we have no need to worry. There is no god, save the
one of our own making and guess what, she’s quite nice and most accommodating.
The God of the Bible,
however, is a very different case entirely. Once you start messing in His
business, He tends to step out the boardroom of heaven and come and do some
restructuring. Lots of layoffs are a coming and His security will not so kindly
escort you from His premises. Shape up people of He will ship you out!
Repentance is preceded by
a knowledge of our sin and our offence
against God which leads to a deep conviction of its wrongness and our inability
to replace the wrongness with rightness. Repentance is turning from our sin,
back to God.
PERFORMANCE TIPS
I wonder if this
poem is waiting for a tune? The first four lines of the obvious chorus run increasingly
fast in the saying and then halt up suddenly for the last two lines.
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Words that are found in the
mouths of fools
Our hearts and our lips have
spoken
And now all of our boasted big battlements
They lay waste, they lay burned,
they lay broken
For our daughter’s are lost and our
sons are bound
Our faces are white and our pants
are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed
whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to
redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things
around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things
around
We’ve salted the babies that lay
in the womb
We’ve sucked out their limbs
from their mooring
We’ve labeled the murder with ‘freedom
of choice’
And sent the kite of our
arrogance soaring
For our daughter’s are lost and
our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our
pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed
whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to
redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things
around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things
around
We’ve regenderneered,
re-assigned and resigned
We’ve destructed the family;
Your order
We’ve sailed cross our seas of
indulgence and greed
And camped on the sands of hells
border
For our daughter’s are lost and
our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our
pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed
whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to
redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things
around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things
around
You have called us to halt, put
a bolt on the door
Of our reckless hedonistic
abandon
You’ve told us to humble
ourselves ‘neath your hand
That we might yet find some safe
ground to stand on
For our daughter’s are lost and
our sons are bound
Our faces are white and our
pants are browned
‘Cause our Kings are ashamed
whilst the fools are crowned
And there’s no way on earth to
redeem this lost ground
Unless You come and turn things
around, O Lord
Unless You come and turn things
around
Will you answer our prayers with
the fullness of Yes!
Not a might, or a wait, or a
token
That the devil’s mean grip would
be loosened at last
Let his thumbs and his fingers be
broken
So instead of a penny we’ve
gotten a pound
And our sons are set free and
our daughters are found
Ans as heirs we’re exalted, and
the demons are downed
‘Cause the presence of God would
our camp all surround
If You came and turned things
around, O Lord
If You came and turned things
around
Yes, we can turn everything
around, I say
If we turn all ourselves around
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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