Martyrs and Thieves

Sorry for no quick takes post yesterday;  I was an a Continuing Legal Ed class in Atlanta all day.  Will blog about that another day.

While driving to Atlanta yesterday, the weather was terrible, and I couldn't get good reception for my ipod, so I dug around in my van for a cd.  I put in an old Jennifer Knapp cd, which has long been one of my favorites, but which I have not listened to in a long time.  This song, Martyrs and Thieves, really spoke to me about letting Christ's light shine into even those dark places of our hearts that we would rather not reveal. May He be glorified in whatever parts of my life He can use.  Here are the lyrics.

Martyrs & Thieves by Jennifer Knapp

There's a place in the darkness that I used to cling to

That presses harsh hope against time.

In the absence of martyrs, there's the presence of thieves

Who only want to rob you blind.

They steal away any sense of peace,

'Tho I'm a king, I'm a king on my knees.

And I know they are wrong when they say I am strong

As the darkness covers me.

So turn on the light and reveal all the glory.

I am not afraid

To bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness

I have a kingdom to gain.

Where there is peace and love in the light, in the light.

I am not afraid to let your light shine bright in my life, in my life.

There are ghosts from my past who've owned more of my soul

Than I thought I had given away.

They linger in closets and under my bed

And in pictures less proudly displayed.

A great fool in my life I have been;

I have squandered 'til pallid and thin.

Hung my head in shame and refused to take blame 

For the darkness I know I've let win.

So turn on the light and reveal all the glory.

I am not afraid

To bear all my weakness, knowing in meekness

I have a kingdom to gain

Where there is peace and love in the light, in the light.

I am not afraid

To let your light shine bright in my life, in my life.

I've never been much for the baring of soul

In the presence of any man.

I'd rather keep to myself all safe and secure 

In the arms of the sinner I am.

Could it be that my worth should defend

By the crimson stained grace on a hand?

And like a lamp on a hill, Lord, I pray in your will

To reveal all of You that I can.