How can one have courage
to proclaim the name of Christ?
How can one stand boldly
before His all-holy eyes?
How could God the Mighty
find me useful, find me fit;
How could His great purposes
be helped by me a bit?
Why would One who wields
such pow’r unyielding look to me,
to work or speak on His behalf?
Dust I am, and will be.
Why would He – who fills up
ev’ry place that He has made –
choose to send ambassadors
to go and tell His ways?
Why would He, the Omni-Present,
call out, “Who will go?”
Why has He made pots of clay,
through them His grace to show?
Why would God – whose voice could
thunder loud across the skies –
choose to tame my stubborn tongue
to lift His message high?
Why would God Almighty,
thunder’s Maker, lightning’s Lord,
move through subtle promptings,
inner whispers, still small words?
His holy hand of power channels
through our puny forms,
only by the sinless hands,
once nailed in judgment to a cross
where every one of our hands
for our sins deserved to hang.
Through Christ’s vicarious sacrifice,
by grace, my life He owns.
His pow’r is put out on display
by claiming my heart’s throne.
His heart’s delight, His proven way
is taking worthless things,
And finding – in reviving them –
the glory that remaking them will bring.
The day is coming when His might
will tear the skies in two.
The wicked then will tremble
when, in justice good,
He rights all things anew.
But until then, His power
moves in quite a different way:
taking hearts – once useless in
their proud and self-taught ways,
And breaking, shaping, building them
to live to give Him praise.
From worthless branches void of leaves,
and lacking any fruit,
to healthy, vibrant useful lives
connected to the Root.
Thunder is impressive
and God’s pow’r will be a sight!
But don’t forget His work inside
to rid your heart of pride,
To turn you from your useless plans,
and bring you to the place
where He can use you to display
His life-redeeming grace.
He may not part the waters
where you live, or heal the lame,
But He’s bringing hearts – once dead – to life,
through His gospel’s fame.
Consider that the foretold bursting
of His pow’r again,
will be the coming judgment
on all wickedness and sin,
So mercy is at play
in the restraining of His might.
His remnant is not won in full,
and that’s where we come in.
We take our lives and words
and spread the message of His pow’r –
pow’r to save and pow’r to judge
in His appointed hour.
Lord, make our lives this useful tool,
a proof of Your great strength,
though cracked, and stained, and dirty,
please reflect in us Your grace!