I’M STILL THE SAME

(ONCE)

A thornbush, scorched and bared, You stood aloneside me with Judas and didn’t seem to care, You turned your head pretending not to see, I let out a sigh, humiliated with defeat,

I lift my head to my LORD held high, I did not change when you desecrated my name, to GOD be the glory, JESUS buried my shame,

The evilness you possessed, proclaiming false fame, The words of hurt are not my story, telling the truth of GOD’S great story, I cried “ABBA, FATHER.” GOD answered me and said, “Come, my child and follow me.”

Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the LORD’S renown, for everlasting sign, which will endure forever.(ISAIAH 55:13)

(NOW)

I bloom with many shades of color, Enthralled by its beauty, you come out to see, the creation of life when GOD saved me, Delicate and soft, from the healing of GOD’s touch, The sweet smell of myrrh, savoring in the air, The coolness of anoiting oil falling upon my head.

NEVER JUDGE ON THE OUTSIDE, GOD LOOKS AT THE HEART

SANDRA ANDERSON