No Religion, Just Jesus

Who is this man they say is King…
I’m meant to love, give everything?
Who is this man I’m told to serve?
What pithy gift does He deserve?
Why do I find Him so elusive
When heart and textbook are so conclusive?
I fight to feel him close to me
When ‘world’ rejects my company,
But even though I’m left berated
My deep conviction is not abated:
I will not settle for ‘easy street’,
To drift along and drag my feet.
No gushing praise or pats on back
For I only gain when I know what I lack.
Avoiding theories of life worked out,
I’m flooded with ideas, but living in drought…

So here I am, alone I stand,
Held secure by holy hands,
No greater joy to expand.

I guess my wrestling has led to this,
My spirit greeted with His kiss,
A sense of quiet in my soul
A hope, a glory, taking hold…
Precious blood of precious Lamb,
The message from the great ‘I AM’,
Jesus slain but Jesus risen,
Where once was sin is now forgiven.
Truths driving deep to the core,
Searching, healing scars of ‘law’.
‘Religion’ losing hold on me,
Instead a whisper says I’m free…
Free to love, to feel, to serve
A Saviour who will always deserve,
From whom such joy and life begins;
It’s true, He is the King of Kings.