During the sermon on Sunday, I mentioned gathering for prayer at the beginning of the summer. Corporately, we confessed that we valued our own comfort more than Jesus’ mission. Coming out of that night, Liz Matthew reflected and wrote the following poem. As you read it, remember, For it has been granted to you that for the sake of Christ you should not only believe in him but also suffer for his sake (Philippians 1:29).
My Father, forgive me for I have sinned,
I truly repent of my guilt within.
My father, let my heart break for what breaks yours,
Open my heart, open my eyes, break down the stronghold doors.
I am wretched, filthy and full of pride,
And I know its only your sacrifice and blood shed that draws me to your side.
By your great love and mercy alone am I saved,
Yet I have no consideration that for others also this road was paved.
I am content knowing that I and my home are set free,
Without any thought that the number of those who don’t know you are as vast as the sea.
I believe in you and feel your love,
But I like to keep it hidden as a hand in a glove.
My heart is hard and I know I can’t change the way others live,
I forget You are limitless, all powerful, and salvation is your gift to give.
My Father, forgive me for the doubt in my heart,
Let me build relationships, pray for others; let my Gospel mission start.
Let us as soldiers fight that no souls are lost,
Not thinking of what may be our personal cost.
For better with suffering, eternal life to gain,
Rather than comfortable lives where the grasps of sin and death and hell remain.
By Elizabeth Mathew