Run to Me

Turn off the noise;
I speak in the silence.
Empty your hands, and receive Me.  
I shattered heaven’s ancient barrier
to say to you:  “My son, my son.”

Throw off the shame,
throw off your possessions,
throw off your worries,
throw off your fears.
Throw off your sins, which trip and bind you;
fix your gaze on my wounds and run.

Run to me;
I ran ahead and crushed your enemies.  
Run to me;
on heaven’s sidelines saints are on their feet.  
Don’t lose heart as you walk or stumble on.  
Lift your head; well done, my son.

Come to the feast,
come sit at my table.
Come greet your loved ones,
who stand and cheer.
The brightest morning’s but a shadow
of blazing joys prepared for you.   

"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,
let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles,
and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who,
for the joy set before him, endured the cross, scorning its shame,
and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners,
so that you will not grow weary and lose heart."
Hebrews 12:1-3 (NIV)

While visiting Crossroads Bible Church in my hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan,
I heard a sermon by Rod VanSolkema at a time when I was actively trying to memorize
the Hebrews passage above.  Rod spoke about how God's Spirit totally transformed him
from despondent to hopeful during a low point in his life
by speaking life into him with just two simple--but life-changing--words: "My son."
This image stirred my heart as I began composing,
melding easily with the Hebrews verses I was contemplating.