I pulled into the grocery pickup line, put the car in park, and looked up at the night sky. The lyrics to the song I had been listening to the past thirty minutes finally sunk in as my gaze lifted up to the heavens, the sunset painting colors across the twilight canvas.
Do you see Him?
Tears started to fall as the pressures of the day weighed heavy upon my spirit. Another pulmonologist appointment for Zion, possible blood testing, the return of her dreaded cough. And yet the lyrics over the speaker shifted my gaze completely off my worries onto Christ Himself.
Do you see Him, King of Heaven
Champion of all creation?
Eyes of fire, voice of thunder
Tearing through the sky in wonder
Dressed in light, we see Him coming
On a horse that's white like lightning
Do you see Him?
In that moment I longed for Him. I hungered for His return in a way I haven’t for a long time. I sobbed as I cried, “Come quickly, Lord.”
Sometimes, when we are most desperate, we pause long enough to look up. To seek His face and search in wonder. We long for a strength that is not our own. We pray for His promises to be realized in our lives.
“Our God is a refuge and strength. A very present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1)
“Let not your hearts be troubled. I have overcome the world.” (John 14:1;16:33)
“If the Son has set you free, you are free indeed.” (John 8:36)
This song, Crushing Snakes, has been on repeat in our house and blaring through the speakers of our car. This is a song of liberation. Lyrics that testify to life, the promised return of a King unlike any other. The pixies belt this melody of hope lifting a song of childlike anticipation.
We serve a numinous King. May our hearts never doubt Who is on the throne. May we never forget He is coming…let it be soon.
When our gaze is fixed on Him, Who He is, how can we not long for His return?
Oh God, forgive us for allowing the temporary trappings of earth to steal the longing for our eternal home...for You. When we see You, everything else fades, our fears, our worries, our anxieties. We’re not afraid…our fortress is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Hear our cry of liberation and longing.