Pressed but Not Crushed

Hard-pressed am I

By your slithering words that curl about,

By your heart that won't unfurl out

To show me what's inside.

But crushed I am not,

Though your claims rain down like brimstone and hail,

Though you act like your truth alone will prevail.

Under your burden, to Jesus I've cried.

Perplexed am I

By the nagging doubts you sow in my mind

By the thought of being left behind

While you proceed with an embittered smile,

But driven to despair I am not,

Though you would have me shrink to a spot

You could wipe away with the shame you've wrought,

For my Lord holds my heart all the while.

Persecuted am I

By your accusations of misunderstanding,

By you telling me the way your words are landing

Is my fault, if only I'd see.

But forsaken I am not

By the One who holds the Truth shining bright,

By the One who Himself will be my light.

I love you unconditionally.

Struck down am I

By your charge that I hate you and am forsaking

The very one who leaves my soul aching.

I love you! How can't you see?

But destroyed I am not,

Though it's all been leading toward my reduction,

I see it now as the Lord's instruction

That in in my Savior, I am free.