Max McLean: “Oh the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and paths beyond tracing out!” Rom. 11:33 NIV
Steve: It's like I'm plungin' into His wisdom, and I love to swim/ in His word, His Spirit fillin' my lungs again/ no SCUBA needed, I'm one of His kin/, cryin' Abba Father in the water bubbles as I'm comin' to Him// gettin' closer feel the Sun on my skin/ the glory of the Lord pullin' me forward His love tuggin' somethin' within/ feelin' unworthy, there's nothin' in men/ deservin' of His presence I'm dirty and daily I need scrubbin' again// but His blood covers an abundance of sin/ though as I get nearer exposed in a mirror is just how grungy I am/ I become more of a mirror the cleaner the clearer His reflection/ as He purifies my heart in section is the goal is perfection// one day he's comin' again/ I'll be it then but until, I hear the trumpets and men leavin' their graves I'm still/ searchin' the depths of His wisdom and love/ learnin' to breathe His Spirit, my body fueled by His blood//
Max McLean: “And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know his love that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled to the measure with all the fullness of God” Eph 3:17b-19
Steve: It's like I'm enterin' into the temple/ left my flesh at the altar bathed at the laver, continuin'/ in identifyin' with Christ and sacrifice/ purged with his word and Spirit the knife, cuttin' precisely// dividing the soulish and spiritual, devotion from ritual/ Pharisaic traditions and relational pinnacles/ no longer seen as sinful linen cloaks my physical/ like the ship of Vulcan, my sins become invisible// in visible distance I behold the holiest/ pass the pillars and the porch and approach with boldness/ establish in his strength, glad to be his associates/ communing without the communism of the Soviets// consuming the shewbread frosted with pure frankincense offered for a memorial is the metaphor makin' sense/ a wonderful fragrance made when the Son was offered/ grantin' me access into the throne room of the Father// continuin' onward after glancin' at the lamp stands/ light providin' sight, so I see where my Timberlands stand/ filled with His Spirit the light of Christ that shines before man/ Holy Ghost promote more than Jordan and Foreman// for a minute I pause at the altar of incense/ thanked the Lord for interceding for my since an infant/ an infinite God in torn flesh ripped the curtain/ He searchin' my dirty heart but his heart is worthy of searchin' for certain//
Max McLean: “Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water.” Heb. 10:19-22
Steve: It's like I'm walkin' into the oracle/ sparked in the heart of David, made in the days of Solomon, but now historical/ gold walls carved with palm trees/ open flowers and cherubim done marvelously they pause me// cause me to stop and meditate/ consider the hosts of heaven the Lord with His son and all His delegates/ I long to sing along and celebrate/ holy holy holy is the Lamb who was slain to save us from hellish fate// suddenly I'm in another place/ the mercy seat and the arc are replaced with God's throne of grace/ the cherubim live, they spectate, I fall prostrate/ His glory is heavy I can't take the weight// then I awake at the crib and I'm prostrate in my bed/ next to the pages I read to behold His face/ and by grace it is real, and through faith it's revealed/ that when I’m prayin’ I'm still in His Holy Place//
Max McLean: “Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do no have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are, yet was without sin. Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need” Heb. 4:14-16
