“Not much is said about reverse-pride….that universal ailment by which we block God’s presence in our lives by telling Him that someone next door or down the street or halfway across the world needs His help and attention more than we do. The fact is, God indwells us – the only way He could divorce Himself from His awareness of and interest in our needs and heart-desires is by not creating us at all! We are as tangled up in Him as a spider is in its own web – which originates inside itself. So if we can just let Him come in…He is already right there waiting to love us into wholeness in Him.”

I didn’t think that I knew You or deserved much of Your time
You were out saving the lost of the world and I was doing fine
In my quiet moments sometimes I would long for something more
But the vine of doubt choked out my faith and I could not be sure till I was
Tangled up, tied up and wrapped up in Your love

Painters can paint by the numbers but it won’t soothe their souls
Farmers can labour with young growing things yet feel trapped between their rows
We can learn to bear the pain yet never be anesthetized
In our common ache our hearts are inextricably entwined till we are
Tangled up, tied up and wrapped up in Your love

We are threads of many hues
We are frayed but not unbound
We are woven through the Master’s Loom
And we cannot place where His love ends
And our many fragile hearts begin to be
Tangled up, tied up and wrapped up in Your love

© 2002 SCutts