LOOK UP!

LOOK UP!

  

  Look Up! Not down

It’s such a simple phrase.

Yet how often on my face I drown

Because of shame or fear to Heaven-ward gaze.

    Look up! And study His out stretched hand.

Each one in His wounded hand is graven there.

And Christ can heal my broken heart

If I do as He commands

And turn to my Father in Heaven in sincere and fervent prayer.

    Look up!  Let Christ break the heavy chains

Which bind me to a sinful world

And cause my heart to ache with such agonizing pain.

If only I allow the Savior in my life to reign.

His flag of victory can, at last for me, be completely unfurled.

   Look up!  See;

His hand is stretched out still.

Christ is waiting there for me

To change my gaze and choose to do His will.

  

  Look up!  Not down.

It’s such a simple phrase.

But if I want to stop falling on the ground,

I must firmly fix my humble gaze

upon my Savior’s loving face.