“Death whispers words of defeat in my head, My God I draw near, My God I draw near.”
Do you ever find it funny that, the only time we ever seem to be “getting close” to God is when death whispers words of defeat, failure, loneliness and abandonment?
Do you ever find it funny that the only time we make time to talk to God is for things that we need, want and are lacking.
In our loneliest of times, THAT’S when we reach out to God, when instead hes been waiting the entire time for the good and the bad. Its like never seeing a friend but calling them every time something’s wrong. With open arms, that person talks you, consoles you, gives you answers to questions you can’t find yourself.
They’ve always be there, through thick and thin, any hour of the day, regardless of what they were doing.
You reach out, take a leap hoping they’ll catch you before you fall. In turn, they ask so little, maybe not much at all. Maybe all they’ll ask you to do is love your enemies as you do your friends, respect everyone or just help out someone in need, treat everyone in love, honor your parents.
You’d consider the world of that friend because no matter what, they would be there for you. Yet, we find it so easy to forget God until we need him.
If that friend were real, we would talk to them a lot more than in those dyer times. By someone coming through in one area, it tells you that you can trust them in another. So you build this friendship, this relationship..that keeps building.
When things happen, and the hammer falls, they’re there.
Someone, s o m e t h i n g you can count on.
“Death whispers words of defeat in my head, my God I draw near, my God I draw near….I draw near”
