Beyond The Cross

When I’m standing in the shadow of the cross
I know there must be light beyond
So I will look beyond the cross
To find understanding for which I have longed.

As by faith my gaze passes through the cross
I am met with a wonderful sight
For there in magnificent glory
Stands Christ Jesus in dazzling white.

I know it is Him by the scars he has
He beckons and holds out His hand
Then as I look into His loving face
I move forward and am able to stand.

I am able to stand before Almighty God
Because of his incredible plan
To redeem and restore his creation
Through the resurrection of His Son, become man.

Ruth Jessup

The Prism

God refracts the light of His glory
Through His earthly prism of air
Forming rainbow colours
That I am able to bear.

From the violet of night
Through bright yellow of day
To the orange-red sky of setting sun
Of evening dusk when day is done.

The blue of heaven, the green of earth
These colours are around me
To my death from my birth
And God gave me eyes to see.

All I need to do is enjoy the colours
Being reflected through the prism
That, for the present, veils my sight
From the full splendour of heaven.

God knows I cannot now bear all His light
But once clothed in righteousness divine
All the fullness of God, in Christ
Will eternally be mine.

Just for now I will focus my gaze
On the prism of heavenly light
The seven colours refracted for me
Appreciate all their diversity.

Whenever I look at a rainbow or prism
I’ll remember your promise to me
That although now your light needs dispersion
Some day your full glory I’ll see.

Ruth Jessup

The Race

“Slow down,” says God
“Let me set the pace
For I am starter and finisher
Of your spiritual race.

I was there from the beginning
When you were getting ready
I stood with you on the start line
Calming you, keeping you steady.

At every moment of the race
I’ll be there, rely on me
Together we will finish
Will gain the victory.

Then as you hold your trophy
A broad smile upon your face
You’ll bask in all my glory
Understand the full meaning of grace.

1 Corinthians 9:24-26
Philippians 3:14

Ruth Jessup

Heaven

I’m going home where the streets are gold
Where I’ll shout ‘hallelujah!’ The half’s not been told
For I shall see my Saviour face to face
Feel the infinite love of his embrace.

It’s a wonderful place where there are no tears
Where eternity replaces minutes, days; years
Where’s there no more darkness; it’s never night
Because the glory of God fills the whole place with light.

Ruth Jessup