MEETING GOD ON THE OUTSIDE

 

Luke 7: 12

 

It was on the outside You met the dead,

To the place of burial he was led,

Yet it was O Jesus, the perfect place,

For the dead to receive amazing grace.

It was on the outside, not in the gate,

You gave life to one, it was not too late,

Though those around saw the death of all hope,

You gave miracle, beyond human scope.

It was on the outside, while journeying,

You met one who brought untold sorrowing,

As his mother and others, mourned and grieved,

You turned grief to joy, in You they believed.

It was on the outside, in view of all, 

You spoke to a dead man and him did call,

The world was watching, for the crowds were large,

Even on the outside, God’s still in charge.

It was on the outside, that You met me,

You  stopped my living, just to set me free.

Free from bondage, the death of deep sorrow,

Giving me hope for a new tomorrow.

 It is on the outside, God still meets the ‘dead,’

Lives that by great fears are controlled and led,

With the eyes of the world watching Your move,

You give the dead life, and God’s Word doth prove.

                                                         Amen!