Saved to the Uttermost
Growing up, growing old, growing wise –
Or are we merely shadows,
Falling over the memories, the growing -
Stirring embers of hope and mercy,
Gentling as tears on a letter,
Silent, yet sure to speak more stridently,
louder than anything written on the page,
Anything written by the pen,
Anything written by the ache,
The ache of a heart that might have been…
Growing up, growing old, growing wise –
Growing up, growing old, growing wise –
Or are we simply vapors,
Mists on the horizon, rising – ever rising,
Steam like pretty promises,
Glistening in the distance, glowing
Stirring up whimsical notions, ideas soft
And flowing, reflecting
All the wonder, the awe in the dewdrop…
Breathless tears, burgundy promises,
Violet truths and cobalt warming the soul,
Who hears through the moods,
Even the darkest moods –
Growing up, growing old, growing wise –
Growing up – I knew fear,
I knew the anxious way it feels…
Growing old – I knew pain,
I knew the suspicion in a shadow…
Growing wise – I knew faith,
I knew the music of gentle grace…
Growing up, growing old, growing wise –
I discovered the joy in a smile,
Beautiful in the star strewn skies,
Miracles of life’s endless cries,
Songs, rhythms embracing the light,
Light, softly glowing in the eyes,
Those who believe and can truly see…
What it means to reach beneath the dream,
Find the answers to prayers,
Wispy, aching tears – refusing to be bought,
Always silent, ever showing the value in…
Growing up, growing old, growing wise….
Growing up – there were dreams.
Growing old – there were ambitions.
Growing wise – there were visions.
Wherever I go, whatever I know…
There is always the hope,
That forever will bring the soul –
Growth that assures – it is love…
That opens even the locked doors.
It is love… growing in our hearts…
It is love… that knows our every thought…
It is love… that grows wild and contented,
With the growing, it remembers…
To always listen to the blessings of One
Who rose to the challenge,
He rose to show that love – can’t be outdone.
Love is forever strong, never wrong…
Eternally faithful and eternally good.
Love is the way to say… as we grow, we can know…
In our heart, there is a joy that ever embraces…
Souls who believe – in Him, who loves totally…
He is love and we can finally see… in every growing,
There is the knowing – that, with Him –
Life is more than content… it is complete,
A perfect that, in all our growing, could only be said…
Is the life that God fed… the life that God bled,
To save from dying in sin – forever ruined.
I’m thankful and relieved that my Savior saved me,
Utterly and absolutely…
With a love that grows more amazing every time I pray!
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