come out, come out, i see you
in the darkness lying there
i see the grave clothes wrapped
and smell the weight of putrid air
i see your eyes gone dim
and watch your body come undone
i see how hard you tried to win
the race that you have run
come out, come out, i see you
see your life from first to last
see the things i formed you for
and see the death through which you passed
i see the muscles and the sinews
sinking slowly, breaking down
the parts you worked so hard to save
melt right into the ground
come out, come out, i see you
daughter, son, beloved child
the joy of your salvation waits
out here in the good wild
you’ve toiled all your long, brief life
and waited for this day
my darling i have waited too
the stone’s been rolled away
come out, come out, to glory
to the future and the hope
the things that we’ve prepared for you
a long, unending slope
come out, come out, come join us
there’s a kingdom to explore
the way's been blown wide open
come out through that prison door
Sunday morning we were singing Glorious Day and as always, one line caught my attention, “You called my name, and I ran outta that grave!” My friends, how many ways can we celebrate being saved? Because in my mind, we’re not only talking about salvation.
I’ve been saved from the eternal consequences of my sins, brought by the completed work of Jesus Christ from death into life. But I’ve also been saved time and again from dank prisons of lies and shame and from losing limbs in traps I've walked right into. I’ve fallen into deep crevasses when I was dilly dallying where I should not have ventured and, rather than being left there to rot, I’ve been patiently guided and gently accompanied all the way back out.
And, oh, how we who know Him long for the final calling of our name, when He calls us from these Shadowlands into the Eternal Kingdom of Light, where there will be no need for a sun — can you imagine!
What a Savior. What a Father. What a friend.