I think hope and life might be synonyms.
And I think with every breath
comes a breath of grace.
I think that getting what we don't deserve
goes beyond what I've ever known.
And I think breathing is what keeps us alive,
but hope is what lets us live.
I think that prayer is the key
to the door of heaven.
And I only think through an opened door
glimmers the light of grace.
And I think that it illuminates the world;
we're seeing colours never seen.
I think that the colours of grace
have taste, touch and feel.
And I think that feeling the breath of God
would leave me breathless...with butterflies.
I think that having this key to heaven
is all that anyone needs.
And I think those who don't use their key
how poor and helpless they must be.
I think you couldn't call their lives
worth living.
And I think you could truthfully say
they are the living dead.
I think that we need to use our keys
to make up for unopened doors.
And I think that the more we open ours,
the more they might see.
I think that if only they could taste and touch
the Grace that pours out,
then only could they believe in hope and life and love.
And I think that then they might pray.
And I think that then they could hope.
And I think then they'd not only be alive,
but they could truly live.
I think hope and life might be synonyms.
And I hope...always.
-Ben Ankenmann
date: February 22, 2009
location: Hamilton
Sunday, February 22
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The love of God leaving us with butterflies, with the internal response of the spiritual and emotional, but also an external, physical reaction to His love, His power, His word... There is a lot of truth in this piece that is oft overlooked or buried in our world; that the hopeless have nothing to live for and indeed have no life, that we possess access to the truth and too rarely take advantage of that privilege. This is a much needed reminder of the responsibility that comes with the hope of Christ :)
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