I really like this song…and that’s probably enough of my words…
Falling In Love
Falling Up
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do, You bring the best out of me
You are my wings to fly
You are the wind beneath them
I miss You every night, when I close my eyes
You put Your feelings down
You stopped Your tears You brought me love
You held to my heart
You held with hope to have me near
Sometimes I close my eyes
Sometimes I let my hunger rise
I think of all You are, You are the love of my life
(chorus)
All of my dreams and my passions
Are in Your hands
You reached me in my need
Your rhythm flows under my skin
I need You desperately,
A sweet healing that will begin
You are my one true love
You are the voice that is so sweet
In everything I do, you bring the best out of me
My everything is you
The very motions that I move
And everything with richness
The richness of the peace You bring
Always, always You are with me
You are the love of my life
He comes to find you on your knees
More proof that God is still speaking today…about 6 months ago, I was walking through some boy problems (what young woman doesn’t?) I found myself having to surrender my will and give this guy up, and it had all come as rather a rude awakening. Just three days after that realisation had come, I found myself in a chapel service at school. God was clearly directing the worship team morning, as we sang this song, “Always Forever” by Phil Wickham. In the very hour I was battling unrequited feelings for one I couldn’t have, there we were, singing a beautiful love song for Jesus, my true Lover! Not this boy I couldn’t have, not some random guy, not a fallible human, God Himself! I started bawling as I made my way down to the altar to surrender the boy one more time…and to thank God for sending me yet one more love note.
Always Forever
Phil Wickham
You are the hand that catches my fall
You are the friend that answers my call
You are my day, You are my night
You are my love and all of my life
You are the love I need
You are the air I breathe
You are my love my life always forever
I would lay down my life
Just to be by Your side
You are my love my life always forever
You are the grace that covers my sin
You’re everything the beginning and end
You have my soul, my heart and my mind
You have my love and all of my life
A child gone missing is one of the most heart breaking of tragedies. It goes into the news, up on the bulletin boards at WalMart, it’s a “Code Adam” in a retail store (named for Adam Walsh, son of John Walsh of America’s Most Wanted, who went missing from a Sears store when he was just six). In the US and Canada, May 25th is Missing Children’s Day, and there is a program called Light the Way Home. Light the Way Home asks that each family committed to finding missing children leave their porch light on the night of May 25th.
Chris Rice sings a song called “Home Tonight”, from the point of view of a prodigal son who’s decided to return home to his father. These lines from the chorus stuck out to me:
Burn Your fire on the altar,
Leave a candle on the porch,
I’m still too far away to see it but I’m aching for its warmth
A candle on the porch. For a missing child. Even if the child has chosen to leave, still a missing child who’s out there somewhere, cold, tired, hungry, and in danger. The prodigal son is asking the father to light his way home. All of which got me thinking.
When we see the missing children of this world: the homosexuals, the drug addicts, the prostitutes, devil worshippers, chronic drunks, runaways, theives, cons or murderers, do we see “things”, or do we see missing children who need a light left on for them? Are we looking past the dirt, the language and substances and lies to see the beloved child of God underneath? Or are we passing them by callously, ignoring the fact that they’re being dragged lower and lower into sin? Ignoring the fact that they need help?
Are we so afraid that we’ll end up sick that we refuse first aid? Or do we not realise that we’re sick, too?
We can’t stay blind. There are missing children out there.
Home Tonight
Chris Rice
I’ve come to my senses
How did I get so far from home
The lies dissipating
Revealing I’m so alone
And I remember now how strong love can be
And I wonder how did I ever leave
Burn your fire on the altar
Leave a candle on the porch
I’m still too far away to see it
But I’m aching for its warmth
And I’m so tired and cold and dark and lonesome
But still I hear your song inside
So sing it louder if you want me home tonight
Sing it loud now, ‘cause I’m comin’ home tonight
This isn’t the first time
I’ve wandered away from home before
You’d have every reason
To slam and dead-bolt the door
But I remember now how strong your love can be
And I wonder how you might welcome me
Burn your fire on the altar
Leave a candle on the porch
I’m still too far away to see it
But I’m aching for its warmth
And I’m so tired and cold and dark and lonesome
But still I hear your song inside
So sing it louder if you want me home tonight
Sing it loud now, ‘cause I’m comin’ home tonight
Into your arms, to my back yard
Where I used to play
How I miss the days…
So burn your fire on the altar
Leave a candle on the porch
I’m still too far away to see it
But I’m aching for its warmth
And I’m so tired and cold and dark and lonesome
But still I hear your song inside
So sing it louder if you want me home tonight
Sing it loud now, ‘cause I’m comin’ home tonight
I heard this song the other day, and it was a “stuff-dropper” (meaning you drop things because you get so wrapped in it ). I love the imagery in the chorus: even if no one says anything, no words are exchanged, just the sound of God’s breathing is enough. Just His immanence, His nearness is enough. The ordinary–breathing, respiration, something we all do–is made beautiful by love. Hanging on every word that’s spoken, then the breaths when there are no words…completely comfortable in His presence…this is the image of God as our Lover!
Breathing
Lifehouse
I’m finding my way back to sanity, again
Though I don’t really know what
I am gonna do when I get there
Take a breath and hold on tight
Spin around one more time
And gracefully fall back in the arms of grace
I am hanging on every word You say
And even if You don’t want to speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven’s door and listen to You breathing
Is where I want to be
I am looking past the shadows
Of my mind into the Truth and
I’m trying to identify
The voices in my head
God, which one’s You?
Let me feel one more time
What it feels like to feel
And break these calluses off me
One more time
‘Cause I am hanging on every word You say
And even if You don’t want to speak tonight
That’s alright, alright with me
‘Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Your door and listen to You breathing
Is where I want to be
I don’t want a thing from You
Bet you’re tired of me waiting
For the scraps to fall
Off Your table to the ground
I just want to be here now
I am hanging on every word You're saying/Even if You don't want to speak tonight/That's alright, alright with me/'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside Heaven's door/And listen to Your breathing/It's where I want to be, yeah
~"Breathing", Lifehouse
). I love the imagery in the chorus: even if no one says anything, no words are exchanged, just the sound of God’s breathing is enough. Just His immanence, His nearness is enough. The ordinary–breathing, respiration, something we all do–is made beautiful by love. Hanging on every word that’s spoken, then the breaths when there are no words…completely comfortable in His presence…this is the image of God as our Lover!