I Can Hear The Marching

In my life I have been a weigher of ideas, a considerer, a philosophical wrestler. And from this wrestling I have come to feel that for me, reading the scriptures is not simply about hearing and considering ideas about God anymore. It is about drinking them in with the intention of letting God's ideas rule me.

The ideas of the Word are the Army of the Lord. To the degree that we open the door, these ideas come and quarter themselves in our homes, doing exactly as they please. And they are better than we are. They leave it cleaner than we do. After a visit from the Army of God the plumbing works better, the windows are clean, the table and cupboard are gorgeously stocked, and the art on the walls is more beautiful. In fact, opening the door wide, we welcome their beautiful service of Love.

They do things we have no idea of. These ideas transform us and grow gardens and orchards in closets we had locked and forgotten about.

Reading the Word we are not meant to be the master. The Word is the master to us and turns our homes, our thoughts, into living gold.

I have come to trust that God knows more than me. I know that often some good thing that is coming to me straight from the fountain of Mind, I don’t recognize immediately. In fact, sometimes I fight it tooth and nail. These days, when I read the scriptures, when I listen for the Word of God to be spoken in my life, I am thinking of opening my door wide, and laying quietly by while His brightly dressed soldiers come in the door and do their work.

Below is a new song, about the above ideas. You can listen to it here

I Can Hear The Marching
Alex Cook

Open up the doors and the windows of the house
For the army of the Lord is coming
His legions fill the hills and they do just as he wills
I can hear the awful glory of their drumming

Open up the doors and the windows of the house
For the angel of the Lord does now approach
He will let not one thing stand that was not made by God's own hand
All flesh feels the fire of His reproach

And I can hear the marching of the army of the Lord
He is coming, He is coming, feel no fright
Only render up your lives, trusting ever in His grace
Which will come like a thief in the night

Open up the doors and the windows of the house
For his sentinels are presently arriving
They fill the sky with light, burning everything in sight
While the creatures of his hand are gently thriving

Open up your windows for the Lord is at the door
He will enter this your house, which he owns
Open up your hands and reveal all that you have
Because nothing will be left of these old stones

And I can hear the marching of the army of the Lord
He is coming, He is coming, feel no fright
Only render up your lives, trusting ever in His grace
Which will come like a thief in the night

The Lord comes to destroy without mercy on the wrong
Like a hunter with his eye upon the quarry
And as we stand and gape, we learn to love is to escape
And always for our good and to his glory

And I can hear the marching of the army of the Lord
He is coming, He is coming, feel no fright
Only render up your lives, trusting ever in His grace
Which has come like a thief in the night

Come O Glory, to this, my house, burning from the south unto the north
You are my savior and by your fire, you cause me to come forth
I am saved by fire, I kiss the holy cross
God's glory is revealed, it fills the mountains and the fields
Light is all around, my savior came and found me
And nothing but his love can I feel.