Skit
God told me to speak to His children before the first skit; do you remember that one? I told Him that I had no clue what to say. He smiled, and He waited for a while. I took out pen and paper, and He began, raining His words down . . .
Watch His Words in action.
Tell them
. . . Through the pain, when they’re shattered, when they’re breaking, I will see them through even when they know without a doubt that I can’t be there . . .
Tell them
. . . Through the sleepless nights, when tears drown out peace and silence, when they cut themselves, through the drinks they take and when they throw their chastity away, I Am there. It is not the shame that calls My attention; I’ve already taken care of that . . .
Tell them
. . . I’m pierced for them daily; I feel their aching lives pulsing in my hand . . .
Tell them
. . . I see; I know . . . I am not absent. Friends fail. People fall away. But, what you can’t seem to get is that I Am here if only you would push out of the crowd and the seemingly good things in your life and fix your eyes on Me . . .
Tell them
. . . I’m crying out even though their ears are deaf toward me now . . .
Tell them
. . . The complacency breaks My heart . . .
Tell them
. . . Each one’s life I crafted, I wove, I deliberated, I designed . . .
Tell them
. . . To look into My eyes instead of the mirror for their reflection . . .
Tell them
. . . That if I had meant to be gone from their lives, I wouldn’t have saved them. I wouldn’t be here now . . .
Tell them
. . . The depression–I’ve been there before; I sweat blood for them, remember? My Name is greater than the darkness . . .
Tell them
. . . Stop failing to define Me . . .
Tell them
. . . The berating words they speak to each other they just spit in My face . . . They just spoke those words to Me . . .
Tell them
. . . The fear they have in them I have already broken. I shredded it to pieces, but they keep picking it back up like paper confetti . . .
Tell them
. . . To take off those finely ornamented masks they’ve made; I don’t like it when they fool themselves like that–they’re too smart for that . . .
Tell them
. . . That My grace . . . is more . . . than enough . . .
Tell them
. . . I care . . .
Tell them
. . . They know where to find Me . . .
Tell them
. . . To stop watering Me down when they speak . . .
Tell them
. . . To step out, to live . . .
Tell them
. . . I’m deeper than an ocean of emotions, and I’m more powerful than they could imagine . . . Yet, even now they doubt . . .
Tell them
. . . That the pieces of their souls scattered on the ground of this world is where I come in . . .
Tell them
. . . To talk to Me when they pray . . . I don’t want an empty, hollow person. I want REAL, and I want BRokEn . . .
Tell them
. . . I never fail . . .
Tell them
. . . I always trust, always hope, always protect, always persevere . . .
Tell them
. . . I’ll always take them back . . .
Tell them
. . . I understand . . .
Tell them simply
. . . that I love them . . . And, I Am here . . .
. . . God is here . . .
The skit God wrote . . . I just provided the hand. He provided the audience and the cast. :)
Christ Jesus, Bring Me To Life. God showed up today, or more like–we saw Him more clearly ‘cuz He’s always here. God put this skit into my mind every time I heard “Boston” by Augustana (“You don’t know me, You don’t wear my chains.”) And, after that, it was all God, as it always is. So, God provided the skit; I just provided the hand to write it down. So, we performed this skit for our school.
Credit due as follows:
“Boston” by Augustana
“Bring Me To Life” by Evanescence
“Missing” by Evanescence
“Dark But Lovely” by Sara Edwards
All of these can be purchased on itunes
Please leave a comment! God bless . . . truly.
