The Father's Embrace

I enter, barely breathing, the Holy of Holies... I bow at the throne of Your mercy and grace... All shadows of doubt in my spirit grow hollow... In bliss from the tender embrace of Your face...

For I am unworthy of love so great— My lips whispered so while my heart loudly beat. But You spoke to me: take the gift—don't wait, For "Forgive them!" resounded—the gift is complete...

My Son poured His blood on the cross all for you, That you might enjoy the most holy of life. With love through the Spirit He poured blessings true, You're filled beyond measure—no limit to strife...

I've ransomed you dearly from death's awful price And rescued you out from the curse and the blight. That you might remain with Me ever so nice, Completely immersed in the bliss of My sight...

Guard well your heart, treasure it more than all things... In it I pour forth My grace without cease. From it flow the fountains of life—it upsprings, And many may drink here to find their true peace...

The soul basked in rapture, in blissful repose, It soared like a bird in the silence on high. It gazed on the parched and forsaken below, While Love's voice kept calling: Now quickly draw nigh!

Go swiftly to where restlessness reigns and endures. Bring them My peace and My victory in love. I long to raise up on the earth those who're sure, Those who will fulfill all My purposes thereof...

Those who make faithfulness in love their main goal, Who lift up holiness above all else here— These shall be welcomed with joy in My realm as a whole, And I shall appoint them dominion most clear...

What bliss, what delight, what a glorious gift! To be in the Eternal inheritance of one's Father above. There is no reward on this earth with such lift, And none can surpass the great depth of His love...