Six Years Later: "It was love that purchased this traitor's heart."

I only recently saw this video, but I am radically obsessed with it. 
A raging fire engages my soul. A burning passion to change the world consumes my thoughts.

Tears fight their way to the surface as I close my eyes welcoming His vision for this earth:
A mighty army marches on the horizon. They are not like those of David's mighty men, they are broken. They are dark and torn. Beaten by the enemy, left for dead, this army stands strong as hope sets on the horizon. The sun shines blinding those who gaze at the once weak warriors. The sun settles, the army stands strong. The broken stand clothed in majesty. The rags of worn slaves replaced with robes of royalty. Chains of the prisoners fall to the ground, rings of power raise to the skies. Before this mighty army, each holding their fists of loyalty high, stands the slaughtered Lamb. He is dead no more, he has conquered Death. The King of Kings and Lord of Lords stands before His children, the Beloved. 
I stand no more a slave to sin. I stand no longer bound by the chains of my own iniquities and false identities. 
I stand with them.


I stand, boldly in the armor of God. I know who I am, and I will not be shaken.
The joy of the Lord is my strength. My mind is renewed like that of my Saviour's. I am Christ's armor-bearer.
His sword of truth and shield of righteousness I carry mighty and proud. He fights my battles, I simply follow.


Six years ago, as of the day tomorrow, I died to self and gained new life. 
Six years ago, as of the day tomorrow, I should have died in the flesh arising in Spirit in heaven above. 
Six years ago, tomorrow, my God breathed in me a new life, a life worth living, a life worth saving.
Now, six years later, I stand before my God awaiting the justice this sinner deserves only to be crowned with victory and honour. 


I deserve the Death he endured.
I deserve the thorns, but not the crown. 
I deserve the forty minus one. 
I deserve to hang like meat on a cross of shame with an epitaph of mockery. 
Here I stand on truth and faith, grace and love in each hand, refusing to utter lies to gain in this world. 
Here I rise as a new Creation, Christ incarnate.
Here I give my life to the calling according to Your orders, as Jesus gave His life for this sinner He adores. 


It was love that purchased this traitor's heart. Now it is love that compels Your servant's heart.

I stand, I rise, I give my life, 

Saint