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The Right Words

As a writer, I’m always trying to find the right words. I guess that’s why the following words hit home. I heard this performed at church this morning and knew right away I wanted to share it with you.

Read these powerful lyrics, then hear them in the Kari Jobe video below.


The Word

by Isaac Wimberley


If there are words for Him then I don’t have them.

You see my brain has not yet reached the point

where it could form a thought that could

adequately describe the greatness of my God.

And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to

release a breath with enough agility to

breathe out the greatness of His Love.

And my voice,

you see my voice is so inhibited,

restrained by human limits,

that it’s hard to even sing the praise up.

You see, if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them.

My God, His Grace is remarkable,

mercies are innumerable,

strength is impenetrable,

He is honorable, accountable, favorable,

He’s unsearchable, yet knowable,

indefinable, yet approachable,

indescribable, yet personal.

He is beyond comprehension,

further than imagination,

constant through generations,

King of every nation,

but if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them.

You see, my words are few,

and to try and capture the ONE TRUE GOD,

using my vocabulary will never do,

but I use words as an expression,

an expression of worship to a Savior,

a Savior who is both worthy and deserving of my praise,

so I use words.

My heart extols the Lord, blesses His Name forever.

He has won my heart,

captured my mind,

and has bound them both together.

He has defeated me in my rebellion,

conquered me in my sin,

He has welcomed me into His presence,

completely invited me in.

He has made Himself the object of my sight,

flooding me with mercies in the morning,

drowning me with grace in the night,

but if there are words for Him, then I don’t have them.

But what I do have is GOOD NEWS,

for my God knew that man-made words would never do,

for words are just tools that we use to point to the truth.

So He sent His Son Jesus Christ as THE WORD,

Living proof,

He is the image of the invisible God,

the firstborn of all creation,

for by Him all things were created,

giving nothingness, formation.

And by His word He sustains in the power of His name,

for He is before all things and over all things He reigns.

Holy is His name!

So praise Him for His life!

The way He persevered in strife,

the humble son of God

becoming the perfect sacrifice.

Praise Him for His death!

That He willingly stood in our place,

that he lovingly endured the grave,

that He battled our enemy and on the third day rose in victory.

He is everything that was promised.

Praise Him as the risen King.

Life your voice and sing,

for one day He will return for us,

and we will finally be

united with our Savior for eternity! Eternity!

So it’s not just words that I proclaim,

for my words point to THE Word,

and THE Word has a name,

Hope has a name,

Joy has a name,

Peace has a name,

Love has a name,

and that name is Jesus Christ!

Praise. His. Name. Forever!!!


The Sacrifice


He came into this world,

no glory, crown, or fame,

just a simple little manger,

Jesus was his name.


No palace marked his birth,

no riches or a throne,

just a humble servant child,

Son of God, flesh and bone.


As He grew He learned

His purpose.

His Father’s business was

His own.

To Him the sacrifice he’d make

one day,

was always known.


He expected no praise,

power He did not seek.

He was simply there to save,

to help the lost and meek.


He served with love until the day

when persecution had arrived.

His enemies rose up

against Him,

but He knew He would survive.


And as they nailed Him to

the cross,

He gazed upon each face,

and asked His Father

to forgive them,

a show of His eternal grace.


They mocked Him, beat Him,

put Him in the tomb,

placed the stone in front,

and sealed the room.


But three days passed,

and victory He claimed,

when the stone was rolled away,

“He has risen” was proclaimed.


The same child of the manger,

the humble servant one.

His resurrection a hope for all.

All pain and suffering done.


So as one thinks of baby Jesus,

remember what He’s done,

His birth so long ago,

the death of God’s own son.


And as one gazes at the cross,

remember the tears He cried,

as He hung there,

He saw your face,

“This blood’s for you”

– and died.










Excerpt from Random Thoughts by Kerry Nenn