Broken in His arms,
Like a ship, sunken by the storms.
Little boats, parking on the shore,
Can they know the depth of the roar?
Broken in His arms. Broken in His arms.
Broken in His arms,
Violence and turmoil seem to cloud,
After rain, the sun shines.
No more wind and wave be found.
Broken in His arms. Broken in His arms.
Broken in His arms,
Life after death; gain after loss.
Creation melted into Creator,
Forever being His favor,
Broken in His arms. Broken in His arms.
破碎在主懷中
破碎在主懷中
像孤舟，沈沒在暴風
那些船，停在岸避風
豈能體會 波濤洶湧
破碎在主懷中，破碎在主懷中
破碎在主懷中
強風巨浪，似乎逞雄
風雨過後，萬里晴空
不見先前 巨浪暴風
破碎在主懷中，破碎在主懷中
破碎在主懷中
死而後生，失而復得
被造溶入 造物主中
親蜜永享 主的恩寵
破碎在主懷中， 破碎在主懷中
Piano:
http://www.youtube.com/my_videos_edit?ns=1&video_id=g5YFVCo-xLs
Melody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2fYhzcRCes
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This is my most favorite poetry, written by Margaret E. Barber, a Chinese missionary in the 1900s from
England. She is the mentor for Watchman Nee. People described her as “A Christian that shines light.” She lived 20 years of hidden life in southern
China, giving herself entirely to the Lord.
The vision of the picture comes to my mind a few weeks ago. As we left ‘
Egypt’ and sail by faith into the storms and were cut from all ties from
Egypt, utterly broken, yet we were found in His arms.
In His arms and loving presence of perfect union, no longer we struggle or frightful of the storms. Oh, it’ll be totally ok if we just die and sink with the Lord together for good.
The three little boats, parking at the shore, though looking away from Egypt, yet for whatever reason, they have not departed. So they can only look at glimpses of Jesus from a distance.
As finishing the drawing, I realized the clouds on top shape just like a dove, so I added the glory light shining into the Jesus' boat. Some times I would just draw totally by the spirit (that means, my eyes were blurry and my hand just moved by itself.) So the Lord can use my hands totally for His own.
Oh, there will be people who know what’s like: following the pillar of fire by faith, sailing through the storms, broken, yet found the rest in His arms.
