Stir Up the Gift

Michael E. Wood
January 21, 2010

Having received a gift to write poetry and songs, there are times of which these type of lines of thought come to mind and I fail to write them down. A prevailing thought that occurs is what more can be said that has not already been said with much better words than I can say, and yet at the same time I’m given the understanding that to each of us as members of the body of Christ we have been given a gift according to the measure of the gift of Christ for edification.

At other times, thoughts of truth through lines of poetry come flooding into my mind, and it seems that I cannot not write them down regardless of when they may come; even if it be at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. Thus in moments when we are not certain as to how God may use the things He gives to us, we are encouraged to walk by faith and not by sight, entrusting all into His care to bring glory to Himself in whatever manner He sees fit.

Stir up the gift that you’ve been giv’n
Through love’s eternal plea,
As God has laid His hand on you
Through Christ at Calvary.

So if you’re feeling dry
And lack the fervency of old
Just do the things you know to do:
By faith you may lay hold

Of God Himself Who knows your heart
For it to you He gave
And cleanses by the blood of Christ,
Forever now a slave.

But more than that, a friend and heir
Forever now made free,
Rejoicing in the hope that’s sure,
With Christ we’ll ever be.

Just ask of God Who gives the faith
By which we may be bold
To come to Him and wait to hear
The things we will be told.

For by His Word and Spirit
He will speak to our pure mind
Made by Him to know in Him
New mercies we will find.

Be zealous and repent therefore
To see the love of God.
For it is He Who draws us close
Though chastened by His rod.

For every son, eternal good
Is what we will receive,
As more like Christ we will become
In Whom we did believe.

As God our Father changes not;
Fresh passions for His glory
Will be given as from Him
We hear redemption's story.

So then rise up and press the fight
Though early morn or late at night,
For one day soon we’ll take our flight
And see the face of God in light.

Hallelujah!