Principle #5 – Authority And Permission

Despite what’s our authority to act on God’s behalf,
Permission to perform that task is theirs, so we must ask
If they desire an act of God (not in the troubles sense),
For there’s a cost, a price, a part – (to most it won’t make sense).

I did my part, God did His part before I was aware,
Just how He blew the blockages as He displayed his care;
And then I monitored those gifts and watched as He showed up,
A movement of the Spirit can indeed be somewhat rough.

It was while in second part at White Bear that I saw,
His action and my part in it, and its effect was raw,
Or young, or green, or immature, quite scary at the first;
But through events which then transpired, Christ brought the best from worst.

For out, then into, pastorate He led me on my way;
Gave up a peach once I had seen my part (persistence paid) –
If I’d not shown initiative when health collapsed at first,
I’d not have been in proper place when Spirit quenched my thirst –

Now knowing what He does through me as I live out each day,
(His Works Of Power fulfilled through me as I go on my way);
It’s not so much the things I do, more doing this or that,
Which gives Him room to operate – like satisfaction’s cat

For I am very curious – been that way since a kid,
And as I search, and quest, and poke, of ignorance I’m rid;
I see some things not seen before, He says to me “Go there”,
Or “Say this thing”, or “Walk this way” – “Of blast then be aware”.

For blast there is as walls are blown in massive Jubilee;
The prison walls come tumbling down, then prisoners are set free;
It’s kind of messy – once I saw it was not me as such,
But Spirit making most of it, I did not fret so much.

At fifteen months from His good word about His gifting ways,
He put me in a pastorate to show how blasting pays;
He blew a hole – well, several holes, in walls too long in place,
And set those captives free despite their kangaroo-ish case.

Then time went by – was thirteen years – before I saw the light,
And felt release – resolved at all – and knew He had been right;
For frequently we do not see in scope of larger view,
And we must walk in quiet faith, and do what we must do.

They pulled permission, and my tag – too late, but what the heck;
They had their way, but blast was done, the biggest I’d seen yet;
The former charge still has not blown, and that’s concern of mine,
For a White Bear Road I did not take – I crossed, re-crossed that line.

For sometimes tasks exceed our skills, or faith, or guts, or cash;
Such little things, those this-and-that’s which at some point he asks
Us to provide, or do, or say, which give him room to work –
For then our pride gets in the way – we seem as first-class jerks.

And then, “Ka-Boom”, it all blows up, (or open’s more the case);
There’s rubble scattered everywhere (the point when we lose face);
But through the dust and smoke we see the prisoners all set free,
And thank our God for Jubilee – his gift of liberty.

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