BSM Batch 22 Spoken Word Graduation Piece
PECULIAR PEOPLE
My dreams are ceased by a peculiar people,
An assortment of kings and shepherd boys,
Who birthed nations and slew giants
Hidden woman whose prayers unlocked the dead,
And unrefined fishermen whose eloquence outshined
the politicians of Greece and Rome
These peculiar people woo me with their stories of war and glory
They tremble and whisper of Him,
The Ancient of Days, the Great I am, the Living God
Who so deeply touched their souls,
That they surrendered life, home, flesh, blood, and bones for Him
And I want to see what they saw, I want to see what they saw,
What visions seared their minds, What promise possessed them
So that every fear was replaced with certainty that made them stand
Unbending before Pharaohs and Giants and Persians
Oh what bloomed so pure inside them, What kind of insanity led them to shout:
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him, Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.
And I want to see what they saw, Now I see what they saw
It must be this – simply His desire, the desire of a Father
Though King of the Universe, Possessor of all things
But wants a people He can call His own
They saw Him, stoop down, soil his hands with ground
Fearfully form man, breathe His life to him – to you and me
They saw the- Creator, rightful owner, their reasonable purpose
Deception, sin, darkness halted the beautiful journey
Again, They saw Him bend, so so low, kiss this dust,
Wrapping himself with layer after layer of skin and flesh,
Eating the stench of mortality
Dying the painful, shameful death on the cross for a people who needs mercy
They saw Him – the Redeemer, their Deliverer, their Lord
Oh, it must have been this,
That possessed these men and women,
His desire for us to be a peculiar people,
Set apart for His very own special possession.
We wanted to see what they saw, And yes–we saw Him – wanting us
Calling us out of darkness into His marvelous light
Counting us peculiar people.