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Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
Bathed in the light of the Father
Drowning in the darkness of broken humanity
Washed clean by the blood of the Son
Sinking in the pain of darkness
Indwelled in the work of the Spirit
Covered by the sins of ourselves

Weighed down by the world in which we live
Hated by the god we've created
Cursed by the sin we've attained
Bleeding from the scars of our lives

The Father looking onto our brokenness
Seeking reconciliation and love
Knowing the scars and the pain from our lives
Planning to heal our brokenness
He sent the Son

The Son lived in our darkness
He dwelt in the pain
He cried the tears
He bled the blood
He knew sin
He was us
On the cross he hung
Taking our sin, our pain, our darkness
He forgave the sins that killed him

God is touching us in our broken places
Mending the tears that lie in us
The Light of God reveals our scars
The Spirit is living in us
The Spirit is healing us
The pain we feel is the light being shed upon us
The revelation of all that our pain is
To show where we have been broken
To show where our blood flows to
The Healing from God
In the Love of the Father,
In the pain of the Son,
In the light of the  Spirit
We are healed
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
Let me sing for his beloved
A vineyard on his hill
He dug and then He planted
He built and then He watched
The men in Judah judge him
For all of His sweet care
He finally saw His fruit bear

He is the vine
The great vine of His vineyard
The fruit of that hill
He is the vine
Already we are clean
With the words that He left us
Trust in him and we will drink of it
Partaking in the blood of Jesus Christ

Here's the end to His vineyard
Its hedge He has removed
Destroyed all of it shall be,
Its walls will be trampled
Then He will make it waste
All these thorns will grow up
And then the rains will not come

This vineyard that I sing of
Are His chosen people
And all this pleasant planting
No fruit has it beared
But my Jesus he is coming
To rule over the lands
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
Ezekiel do not cry
Though this wife of yours may lie
Descended six feet down
My servant, my child, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Ezekiel do not cry
Though this nation of yours may lie
Exiled to another land
My servant, my child, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Oh Israel, do not cry
Though your nation may lie
In a land ruled by another
My children, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Oh Church, do not cry
Though this, my bride, may lie
Seeming defeated and broken
My children, do not cry
I have provided
I have redeemed
You are saved in me
As Father, Son, and Spirit
Amen!
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
You never see the reality
You never know the true story
A thousand frowns behind one dead smile
But one thing you can always see
There’s a beautiful curtain, but you’ll never know
That behind the curtain lies such a shattered window
Even a well-hidden deer is seen in a scope
Eventually the curtain will tear
The hunter will see the fawn
And what was hidden will be in view
Then all mystery becomes true
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
There was a day in which I was lost
There was a day in which I was blind
There was a day in which I was deaf
There was a day in which I was dead

But by The Father, as The Son, through The Spirit
I am healed

I was lost and He searched for me
I was blind and He gave me vision
I was deaf and He gave me ears
I was dead and He gave me breath

I was running like a scared dog
And He chased me until He caught me
He took me by the hand leading me back

I was hiding like a coward
And He searched day and night until He found me
He brought me to His home

I was cursing Him like fool
And He curbed my mouth into His praises
He took my voice and glorified Him

I was worshipping a pagan god
And He destroyed my idols
He took my false gods and revealed Himself

I was an orphan waiting for love
And He picked me up out of my darkness
He made me His own

I was dumbed by my knowledge
And He set me free
He showed the way
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
He told us we were lost
And we couldn't even hear Him
He showed us our faults
And we couldn't even see them
He touched us in our broken places
And we couldn't even feel it
He fed us the fruits of His love
And we couldn't even taste it
He shared with us the aroma of his love
And we couldn't even smell it

Alone we sat in our darkness
Before He became incarnate
Alone we were, far from Glory
Feeling distant from The Father
Not knowing The Son

Begotten, not made, The Son became incarnate
Into our darkness, He became us
The Son felt the brokenness
He felt our darkness, our sin
He was God walking as man

He showed us the way
And we followed
He filled the gap of our faults
And we felt his endless love
He covered our wounds
And we were healed
He gave us bread and wine
And came and we ate, and we drank
He filled our lives with his sweetness
And we basked in the glory of His aroma

In love, The Father gave his son
In flesh, The Son loved without bounds
In mystery, The Spirit works in us

By the boundless, endless mystery
Of the great love of God,
We are saved
Brady D Friedkin Jun 2015
Jesus, Son of The Father
Hanging on a Roman Cross
Pierced for the iniquity of men
Killed for the love of His bride
With nails in His hands
Swords in His sides
Thorns on His head
His body slain
The body to feed His bride
His blood poured
The blood to quench the Church

"This is my body"
To eat of it
To feed the bride.
The Body of Christ,
The Bread of Heaven
To delight in the Holy Eucharist,
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

"This is my blood"
To drink of it
To quench the bride.
The Blood of Christ,
The Cup of Salvation
To delight in the Holy Eucharist
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

Hanging on the Roman Cross
God, The Son Himself crying to the Father
"Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?"
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"
Plagued by the false view of the Father
The pagan god in the hearts of men
Inherited with the humanity of The Son
While the sin of man
Hangs with the Son of Man

The earth shaking
And hearts breaking
With eyes crying
And law tearing
With the world changing
And The Son dying

The trueness,
The oneness
Of the Father
United with The Son and Spirit
In communion with The Spirit and Son

The Gifts of God
For the People of God
To partake in whenever together
In Remembrance of the savior
Christ died for us
Feed on Him with our hearts
And remember our union in Him
With Faith and Thanksgiving

We are saved by the triune God of grace
By the Love of the triune God of love
By the Blessing of God Almighty
The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit
Be upon us and remain forever
Let us keep the feast!
Allelujah!
A poem about the Worship and Sacrament of Communion
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