Pulled into Light

We weave a web that’s not inspired by You
Then wonder why in our own web we’re caught:
From inside web we cannot Your light view
But see the sin that our desires have wrought.

We can’t undo this web of our desires
And beg release from our old woven trap;
We pray that someone else will be inspired
To cut this mesh that ‘round our hearts now wraps.

But then we see a sword shaped like a Cross
Slash through that web and cut us to the quick;
In fear we feel that our own life is lost,
And we’ll be thrown with web into death’s ditch.

Then hand appears that held that bloody sword
To grasp our hearts and pull them into light,
As splash of water over our hearts pours
To cleanse us from desires that our hearts blight.

A gentle hand feeds our hearts with new food
Of Body, Blood of Him who that sword held,
And we know His desires for us are good
For He is always our Emmanuel.