He Washed My Eyes With Tears
“To follow him with understanding, it is needful to have done business on the great waters, and weathered many an Atlantic gale.” ~ C.H. Spurgeon
At the end of this post is a song I heard a bit ago and wanted to share it here. The words go right along with some thoughts I’ve had the last few days. So often, God allows afflictions in our lives to “wake us up” to our present condition. The brokenness and tears that trials produce may actually be God lovingly opening the eyes of our understanding which will in turn give us opportunity and desire to press on to higher ground!
If the Children of Israel had been living a life of ease in Egypt, would they have desired deliverance? It was their affliction that caused them to cry out to God and thus put in motion their journey to Canaan.
“And the LORD said, I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt, and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters; for I know their sorrows; And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey…” Exodus 3:7,8
This morning, is God desiring to awaken you? Is He using affliction in your life to open your eyes to your current state? If you are lost, God desires that you be saved! If you are saved but living a defeated life, God desires for you to know the VICTORIOUS Christian life found only in complete surrender to Him! Please don’t turn FROM God! To resist the trial could mean missing out on your Canaan!
He washed my eyes with tears
That I might see,
The broken heart I had
Was good for me;
He tore it all apart
And looked inside,
He found it full of fear
And foolish pride.
He swept away the things
That made me blind,
And then I saw the clouds
Were silver-lined.
And now I understand
‘Twas best for me,
‘Twas best for me,
He washed my eyes with tears
That I might see.
He washed my eyes with tears
That I might see
The glory of Himself
Revealed to me;
I did not know that He
Had wounded hands,
I saw the blood He shed
Upon the sands.
I saw the marks of shame,
And wept and cried,
He was my substitute,
For me He died.
And now I’m glad He came
So tenderly,
And washed my eyes with tears
That I might see.
(Ira F. Stanphill)