Funny that it started as the day finished,
just like that first day:
me hearing You. me in full want, grasping Your grace ... just even to remember the anniversary. even to know what day it is.
and, yes - the celebrating.
Yesterday marked seven years of history,
of repeating: running,
and Your grace, incarnate in history,
running down to me on my knees.
Your glory, bursting to life a heart wantonly wilted,
now willfully surrendered.
You and I celebrate. Each day, together.
It's Your way,
humbled and the cross
of entering the celebration of You - Your grace.
Seven years. Amen. Seven years.
Captive free. Debt cancelled. Amen.