Chronicles of a Journeyman

Imagine finding out 

That the fears that controlled you 

Are not real, that they are all lies

That your limitations are not real

That you cannot be held back

That the powers that held you down

Were vanquished two millennia ago

And you are a victor in waiting

Just needing to enforce your victory

On the strength of a finished work

Imagine never having a day of turmoil

Nor a moment of fearful distress

Regardless of your circumstances

Imagine being free

 

In Christ, the weak is made strong

And the poor have been enriched

Not by their power or their might

But by the Spirit of the Lord

Not for their glory or their pride

But for the glory of the King

Not primarily in their physical life

But firstly in their inward person

Renewed daily in knowledge

And set free to do the bidding

Of the One who rescued them

From sin, sorrow, and death

Not only for a season of life

But for an eternity with Him