They once arose with eyes fixed inward,
weighing each step, each failing, each desire—
a weary ledger of effort and shortfall,
where striving alone consumed their fire.
But mercy breathed across the quiet morning,
and softly turned their gaze from shadowed glass,
from fractured self and restless yearning,
to Christ, the Finished One, the living Rest at last.
He came not to assist their upward climb,
but as their righteousness, complete and whole.
Not to accompany their quest divine,
but to enfold them in union with God’s own soul.
No longer “Am I rising? Am I pure?”
The anxious question dissolved in heaven’s light.
Sin lost its throne; its voice grew mute and poor—
for they were clothed in glory not their own by right.
Their life, once restless, found its perfect rest,
hidden with Christ in God the Father’s breast.
No longer chasing what they might possess,
but drinking deeply from His boundless fullness, blessed.
When eyes upon themselves alone would linger,
they met but lack, the ever-present void.
Yet fixed on Jesus’ beauty, radiant splendor,
completeness flowed where fear had once alloyed.
They wake no longer burdened by the “must,”
but grounded in what Christ has ever done.
Christ-awareness blooms where self withdrew in dust—
and in that gaze, true freedom is won.
This is the gift the cross has fully wrought:
a life no longer orbiting their frame,
but anchored firm in all that Jesus bought—
where Christ alone is lifted high by name.
He is the center, source, and endless sea;
their rest, their joy, their all in all.
And when the truth at last descends with holy glee—
it is not about them… they are small,
yet raised aloft within His eternal design,
delivered from the shadows of each striving chain.
In Him they lack for nothing; they are fully Thine—
and in that glory, resurrection life shall reign.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 