“And they sang a renewed song before the throne, and before the four living creatures, and the elders. And no one was able to learn that song except the hundred and forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth.” – Revelation 14:3
Dearest Readers,
I have always wondered what that renewed song sounds like. What are the words? What is the melody? Whatever it is and however it sounds, it must be the most beautiful portrait of deliverance heard in the ears of the Bridegroom. What I share with you below, I believe, are the words to my own renewed song. I wrote this entirely, in about 30 minutes one recent morning. It was that day that the enemy came to steal my words away. By morning I sang this song of joy, and by evening my being collapsed within. The crushing power of the enemy came to silence my song of freedom.
Today I stand, in victory and full of might. I have overcome by the blood of the precious Lamb, to Him I sing my delight. Rejoice with me on this special day, as we each have our own renewed song. For when the night is over, He will awaken the dawn. Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, is a day of finalities. The Bridegroom will pull His bride to His chest so tight, and she will have no words but to rest in His arms. This day is a day to afflict our beings–to make our solemn decree, that our loyalty is unto the Lamb, and never another to be.
I cannot put into words what has happened to me, but as you read, I trust also, that your testimony is like mine. For those who know what they have been delivered from, love the deepest. To the extent of hate I had for the prison I built for myself, the love of the Lamb came to set me free. He filled me up to overflowing, unto others may His love be shared so free.
With deep gratitude for the One who had great mercy upon me,
His redeemed,
Derek
Good morning beloved Bridegroom,
Your tender arms around me tight,
Your sweet breath whispered my name,
all throughout the night.
Come away, You said, walk with Me,
I would have you journey so,
My love for you in deepness felt,
from the heights above to the depths below.
I have prepared for you a place of rest,
to quiet your searching ways,
Take My hand and follow Me,
to drink of My water amazed–yes, my love, drink of My water amazed.
The road was long and very hard,
and my thirst for springs of life,
Drove my weary being far,
till I could go no more, it’s night!
My past You did not see,
for freedom was in Your eyes,
To transform the mess I made,
destroying deceiving lies.
Deceiving lies, oh yes,
I believed in them so well,
To bring me to the point,
I realized my life was hell.
The hate I carved so deep within,
to empty the truth You gave,
I shunned what I perceived,
would lead me to my grave.
I could not escape the fury of hate,
for powerless I was,
Looking up from the crater in which was dug,
to house my distaste for love.
Although walls would close around me,
insecure and full of fear,
I pressed so hard to endure the pain,
it took to reject Your presence near.
Just leave me be in this darkness please,
I cannot think to bear,
The unknown light of who You are,
and the beauty of Your face so fair.
Oh the beauty of Your face You said,
to me my ears did close,
Yet steadfast in Your calling so sweet,
to make me one of Yours.
My face is covered in the shame of filth,
yet You wrapped around your towel so tight,
To dry my tears and cleanse me new,
to give me purpose of life.
You stepped away to gaze upon,
the fairness You always saw,
For from before even I was born,
my freedom was etched in law!
You never quit, though I sweated hard,
to build this chasm of hate,
To see one day, a dirty sinner,
Your grace was naught too late.
You picked me up and set me down,
to heal my broken heart,
And as I sat upon that rock,
I saw Your tools to breach its part.
In all my disgust I pushed You far,
but You could not help to be,
The Bridegroom to the bride You chose,
to beautify even me.
What must I say to win your heart,
for I am desperate—yes, me!
Nothing, as You spoke so soft,
I Am and will always be.
I took you from the grave you dug,
to become My child of life,
In all my grateful thoughts I said,
let me fill this hole in might.
In might I fill this hole I dug,
that place of darkened fear,
With the love for which myself You poured,
to others so precious dear.
I awake the dawn to sing of love,
and dance around Your throne,
For my beloved Bridegroom is here,
to bring me rest, that place He called me home.
My Renewed Song
Written By
Derek Townsend
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