Immanuel
You're lonely, deep down,
So lonely, but none can tell,
Surrounded by Saints
Yet you feel like hell,
And the solution is, Well,
Well, well, well,
It's God with us;
It's Immanuel.
Cant get through this pain
Cant face this painful hour,
Cant take another minute,
It isn't in your power,
The solution is, Well,
Well, well, well,
It's God with us,
It's Immanuel,
No one understands
What you are going through
No one knows your estrangement,
No one feels like you do
But someone does, well,
Let me tell,
Tell,
Tell.
It's Jesus;
Our Immanuel.
Priceless presence with us,
This pearl within our shell,
The precious peace in whirlwind's eye,
It's too valuable to tell,
It's free to me, I cannot buy or sell,
Sell,
Sell,
It is God with me
Revealed to me,
My Immanuel
Reflection: Surrounded by Saints
To be lonely in a crowd is perhaps the worst kind of loneliness, compounded by all the poeple around you and yet somehow you feel disconnected. Everyone else is happy, it seems, just getting on with their lives, and you are cut adrift.
Add to this, if your crowd is a church, that these are believers who should love you. We are family, after all. Brothers and sisters. Christians can be salt. Unfortunately sometimes that can feel like salt in the wound.
This 'alone in a crowd' feeling inspired the lines:
Surrounded by Saints
Yet you feel like hellThe bad news is, it requires a change of mindset, and sometimes you are so deep in that funk you can hardly get your head up.
And that is where Jesus comes in.
Some of these poems were written in that same period of my life, some a few years apart, but this message of Immanuel seems to bridge them all.
Jesus is God with us. You are not alone.
Ask for the strength to call on his name. Ask for the love for others.
I remember well, and have written before about a time where I was struggling with connections at Church. I would sit in a corner looking sour faced and deliberately not speak to people. I am just going to see, I would say to myself, how long it takes for someone to speak to me. And in the meantime I would watch others milling around. Many of them clearly looking a little lost and (possibly) for someone to speak to.
And then God opened my eyes. I was ignoring them. The very thing I wanted, I was denying others.
A quick bit of repentance saw an end to that.
Occasionally I slip back into the old mindset, but that lesson has set me in good stead for all kinds of social situations. And when I am fragile and don't engage, I can remember that this is a choice I am making. It can be changed.
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