I was at one of Matt Papa’s concerts recently. As the piano gently sang beneath his fingers, he thoughtfully looked at the crowd and spoke: “One of the fundamental things everyone desires is to be known and to be loved. If you’re known, but not loved, that’s rejection; if you’re loved, but not known, that’s sentimentality…The world tells us a different story – that the way up is success. But Christians have the only God who came down to us…Don’t place your happiness in something you can lose.” With these words in mind, I penned this poem. Jesus really is The Ultimate Joy. “To be both known and loved,” Matt said, looking from the piano to us, ” – that’s heaven.” Jesus Is our Heaven.
Though oft in dreams I did confide, my heart was not yet satisfied,
and gold and jewels and silver things allured me to their shadowed rings
of endless search and endless pride, and still I was not satisfied.
A better thing I would have sought if there were such that money bought,
the faire commenced, the song was sung, and I still yet remain undone.
A thousand endless aims I’ve thought, but joy within cannot be bought.
I’ve traveled far, I’ve journeyed long, but still I fall beneath my wrong
of guilt fain ever by my side, in highest hopes I, trembling, lied
that these would satisfy the long-adorning, ever-grasping wrong.
Amiss I’ve guessed, and still my heart will not from verdict just depart:
condemned I stand before a King who knows the whole of everything,
yet then He speaks, the Blood is shed, the chains are loosed, my guilt has fled,
and I in awe fall to my knees – the Righteous One had heard my pleas
before I cried, His Son had bled
to right my wrong
and raise the dead
in e’er blessed journey now we tread –
He came to die – A King of Stars gave life for dead and life imparts
for by His might a Sword arose and cast asunder hellish foes –
and death, defeated, bowed its head, undone by Might of Son, it fled.
The Blood of Man, The Glory of King – to this Dear Lord we ransomed sing.