This week we launch our ninth animated reading. The next five weeks of blog posts will draw from themes in this poem. If you like the video, please share with others.
Nothing Changes but Everything is Different
Lord, You’re so amazing!
How do You do it?
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In ages past
You spoke reality where none was found.
You did it in Creation –
Void to visible,
Something from nothing.
Still today
You speak reality where none is found.
You do it with me –
Confusion to confidence,
Something from nothing.
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Nothing changes but everything is different.
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In despair’s dungeon,
In sorrow’s cell,
I am broken
Upon the rocks.
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Hope’s handle holds no more.
When descent no more can drop
I fall down
On
My
Knees.
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From the depths of deep
I look up and cry,
“My God, my God,
I am ruined, I am doomed!
Forsake me not!
You’re all I have!
Unless You come
I’ll surely die!”
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Then it happens …
Then He comes.
Turmoil’s siren subsides,
Quiet calm comes.
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They ask me, “How?”
I do not know.
I can’t explain.
My world about me remains unchanged,
Yet somehow within, a new one’s birthed.
I now can see,
I have new eyes.
Nothing changes but everything is different.
I now have hope!
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In an instant a world is released,
In a moment a universe made known.
Blackness remains, hope is released,
Circumstance still stands, yet faith is born.
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Honesty’s eyeglasses unlock dungeon’s door …
When I see me honestly,
I see Him accurately,
And though nothing changes, everything is different.
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The Unseen Real in that instant of time
Slips into sight and I
Am anchored in hope.
Nothing has changed but everything is different –
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I now see Your ever-present love
Invading my life,
Surrounding my world –
And not just now,
But always before.
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In delightful discovery I cry out,
“Change, I do not need you!
Alteration, variation, transformation,
You are not my need!”
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I have found my one true need …
Jesus Christ the Changeless One –
Who makes all things new!
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The idol of change has been broken
And the Lord is given His rightful place.
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With my face in the dust I cry out as Job,
“Before, my ears alone of You had heard
But now my eyes on You have gazed
And I repent in dust and ashes.”
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Yes, nothing has changed but everything is different!
This poem (by David Trementozzi) has been adapted from the poem by the same name in, David Trementozzi, Light for the Dark Night: Embracing a Heart of Holy Desperation (Maitland, Fl.: Xulon, 2005).
