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Renovations

I’m told there’s renovations,

That are needing to be done,

And though the finished product’s great,

The building’s not much fun !

I need to open every door,

To let the Lord sweep through,

And though I know His way is best,

I’m scared what He will do.

He wants the key to every door,

And me to fling it wide,

To give the invitation out,

That lets Him work inside.

There’s places I’ve not looked in,

For many a long year,

There’s rooms I’ve locked forever,

To keep in hurt and fear.

To open them may well be hard,

The locks are rusted tight,

And I could never turn the key,

Though I strive with all my might.

Perhaps if I just tell Him,

If I explain the state,

He’ll tell me that He’s in no rush,

And that He’ll always wait.

"Lord, You don’t want to look in there,

It’s full of junk, I hid away,

Nothing that You’d want to see or hear,

That’s not a room, where I go to pray.

Lord, I’d rather You didn’t undo that lock,

It’s not a place You should see,

It’s full of doubts, and fears and stuff,

Things that belong, just to me.

I’ll open some doors, if You want me to, Lord,

The rooms where I think You can cope,

The ones that I think I can give to You, Lord,

The ones where You’ll bring me some hope.

Lord, I think You really should listen,

To excuses that I have to tell,

I know that to me, You are Saviour,

And that You have saved me from hell.

Can’t we just leave it at that, Lord?

Can’t I just stay as I am?

Can’t I hide my head like an ostrich?

Or shut up my shell, like a clam?" 13/11

"The time is running out, Child,

For you to take a stand,

I will not always pamper you,

You know what I demand.

It’s time to let your feelings go,

To stand upon the Word,

Not worry how, or why or when,

Just hold to what you’ve heard.

You may not feel like praising,

To lift your hands seems wrong,

But you are doing battle here,

As you raise your voice in song.

There is no room I cannot see,

None you need hide away,

My Blood can cope with any mess,

And make it fit, for Me to stay.

But you must take the step, Child,

Must dare to let Me in,

For though you may not see it so,

Both doubt and fear are sin.

I died to wash all sin away,

No sin is great or small,

For when My Blood spilled on the ground,

It cleansed them, one and all.

But you must choose to open,

Those doors that you’ve locked tight,

For never will I force a lock,

Unless you say I might.

For if the locks are rusted shut,

And you cannot undo,

I’ll pour in Holy Spirit oil,

But, you must ask Me to.

I’ll break the locks that bind you,

But it must be your will,

For though I can, I will not,

Your choice, will keep Me still.

Reach out your hand to touch Me,

Reach out your heart as well,

You trusted for salvation,

So step out from living hell.

For fear and doubt are torment,

Like worry, stress and strife,

I came to give you joy and peace,

I came to give you Life !

And there is much within you,

That I would touch and heal,

The broken dreams, the gaping wounds,

My Spirit’s touch can seal.

So dare to step toward Me,

To walk into the Light,

To trust your ‘renovations’,

To the Lord who, ‘does it right’."

© 13-17/11/2003