Before time was called time
Before beginnings had ends.
Where love knew no bounds and promises no mends.
There I once stood
with hope in my heart
preparing for my journey to a land far apart
From the life I had known and friends I held dear,
To experience great pain, humility and fear.
The time soon arrived-my journey to begin
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dear friend.
He smiled at me and said, “Come closer to see!”
He held out His hand, a bag to release.
As He gently asked, “A true friend will you be?”
In order to choose this invite, you see.
There’s a bag full of promises you must return to me.
Be wise in your journey, be fair as you go.
These promises you make, will your love to me show.
I held out my hand and willingly grasped,
The bag full of promises, accepting the task.
For more than anything, I wish to obtain
This man as my friend, and I called Him by name.
“My brother, My Savior, My Redeemer, My Lord, My Deliverer, My Shepherd, The Son and the Word.”
So onto my journey I went with great faith
To fulfill my mission and promises make.
For what I was told, was to give them away
And keep them so true, in order to say…
“I have meant what I said, and kept what I meant
I have come back to you with no false pretense.”
That was my goal, but what I didn’t know
Was how hard it would be to truly succeed.
My memory erased, but desire still thrived
As I moved along slowly
On the path of this life.
With my memory gone, but feeling so sure
I made promises many, my intentions were pure.
“I’ meant what I said, when I said them so true.
But promises change – well sometimes… they do!!
Now I travel once more, not always knowing for what
I hold onto this bag, wanting so much
To keep that one promise made to my friend,
Holding on tight
Enduring to the end.
As my journey continues
My bag’s running low
But promises I must make
So my love to Him show!
Each one of us has
A bag given to us.
Full of promises made; we must show Him our trust.
We carry these through
Our life here on earth
To bring the bag back
Full of jewels, not dirt.
“How do we do this?” I too have asked.
I think it must be a very big task.
For in this bag, holds his promise to us!
And as we return, as all of us must
We give our promises to others we pass
truly believing we’ll keep them and make them all last.
But ALL of us fail and give them away.
They fall to the side
And we’re left to say.
“I’ve lived what I knew!
And I knew what I lived!
The promises made…I meant them, I did!
Please know that I tried
To do all that I knew
Please be my friend!!!
I really need you to.
I know that I failed
at the task you gave me!
What can I do now
To return back to Thee?”
I hand him the bag,
I’m filled with fear and great dread.
The dirt poured out, like a huge flower bed.
With tears in His eyes, He gently looked up
He smiled at me
And then filled my cup.
He said to me, “Come closer, you’ll see…
This bag I have filled with my blood for thee.
You have ALWAYS been mine,
Before time was called time
Before beginnings had ends
Where love knew no bounds and promises no mends.
There is NOTHING you could do
To keep me from you!
Come closer to me
A true friend, I WILL BE!!!
