The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord has anointed me and sent me to bind up the brokenhearted. (Isaiah 61:1) (Luke 4:18)
The Son is close to the brokenhearted. He saves those who are crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)
Those who be brokenhearted ‘ave come ter the end of themselves. Thar spirit be shattered, thar will crushed. Though they once dreamed dreams and treasured prized visions, now all hope be gone. The flame of thar spirit be but a fading flicker.
Such folks be the ones the Son leans close ter, be right beside. Because such folks be empty, the Son kin move inter ’em and do a great work through ’em.
Fer us ter be of any use ter the Son he must crush our will and spirit so the true seeds of his harvest kin be sown.
“Truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. (John 12:24)
Our hearts be the field. Our heart’s hard ground must be plowed and broken so the Son’s seeds kin take root.
Like a farmer tilling soil and sowing seed, the Son carves, pauses, bends down and presses his seed inter our now tender heart. Then with his thumb, he buries that seed under good soil and waits fer his light and his Father’s rain ter make it grow.
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord has anointed the Son. The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord sent the Son ter bind up the brokenhearted — not ter fix ’em back they way they was. No, them old days and old ways be done fer. Instead, he binds up the harvest of sheaves from the broken field of our heart.
Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping’s over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.
May it be so with us. May it be so with ’em we love.
Lord, anoint us ter bind the brokenhearted. Anoint us ter be yer field hands that sow good seed inter hearts that be broken, tilled, and ready fer yer words. We ask this in the mighty name of the Son, Jesus. Amen.