15/09/2024
FOUND
Niki Hodgson
In Your presence there’s no need for my armor,
Love pries the sword from my hand.
I seek You out, I stumble closer,
sitting on Your throne room floor.
Double-crossed, wounded & betrayed.
Reputation shattered, suspicion & lies created.
But I seek You out and I stumble closer,
crying on Your throne room floor.
So, when I wanted the Lion, I found the Lamb.
When I needed the seas parted, You calm the storm.
When I demanded a battle cry, you showed me your nail pierced hands,
When I wanted the Lion, I found the Lamb.
In Your presence there’s no need for my pretense.
Love whispers, “Child you will be ok.”
I seek You out and I stumble closer,
breaking on Your throne room floor.
Wine press, break apart, crushed and devastated.
Sacrifice, laying down, yielded and conceited.
But I seek You out and I stumble closer,
burning on Your throne room floor.
When I wanted the Lion, I found the Lamb.
When I wanted the walls to fall, You had me sing a song.
When I demanded Your hand in Judgement, You bent down and wrote in the sand.
When I wanted the Lion, I found the Lamb.
Face to Face with the Lamb, You lead me to the garden.
You drank the cup that was meant for me, thorns for my pardon
You seek me out and you pull me closer.
And I die here on Your throne room floor.
When I wanted the Lion, I found the Lamb.
Not in the parted seas, or in the fallen walls.
Not in the sound of justice, or the eco of a hammer fall…
but You spoke in a still small voice.
When I surrendered to the Lion, I found the Lamb.