Our Hearts' Deepest Ode

by Alex Reece
(Fort Wayne, IN)

Restraining His power, in remaining hours, in which he sat down to pray,
Gethsemane, it set me free, through the prayers that Jesus prayed.
In the lion’s den, with no other friend, Daniel knew where to go:
To the foot of the throne where he’s not alone and to the love he knows.
When Job’s life was fading, with Job’s strife invading, he had only one refuge,
He bowed his head, with not a regret, and his Father could not refuse.
In the highs, in the lows, with the despaired tear that flows, we too, seek our protection,
God gazes to us, and sees our trust; our purity shows His reflection.
Made in His image, not being timid, we speak from our hearts’ deepest ode,
With the help of his hand, with the help of his plan, with the help of the blood that flowed.
He gave His son, His beloved one, all else, we know he’ll give graciously,
Without His lead, with all our need, we would simply be walking aimlessly.
So we go to the throne, and the love that he’s shown, in a connection that cannot be broken,
With His gracious hearing, leaving us never fearing, our every thought can be spoken.