If I Could Write a Song...

 If I could write a song, I would like it to be just like this one.


Can't you feel it in your bones
Something isn't right here
Something that you've always known
But you don't know why

'Cause every time the sun goes down
We face another night here
Waiting for the world to spin around
Just to survive

But when you see the morning sun
Burning through a silver mist
Don't you want to thank someone?
Don't you want to thank someone for this?

Don't you ever wonder why
In spite of all that's wrong here
There's still so much that goes so right
And beauty abounds?

'Cause sometimes when you walk outside
The air is full of song here
The thunder rolls and the baby sighs
And the rain comes down

And when you see the spring has come
And it warms you like a mother's kiss
Don't you want to thank someone?
Don't you want to thank someone for this?

I used to be a little boy
As golden as a sunrise
Breaking over Illinois
When the corn was tall

Yeah, but every little boy grows up
And he's haunted by the heart that died
Longing for the world that was
Before the Fall

Oh, but then forgiveness comes
A grace that I cannot resist
And I just want to thank someone
I just want to thank someone for this

Now I can see the world is charged
It's glimmering with promises
Written in a script of stars
Dripping from prophets' lips

But still, my thirst is never slaked
I am hounded by a restlessness
Eaten by this endless ache
But still I will give thanks for this

'Cause I can see it in the seas of wheat
I can feel it when the horses run
It's howling in the snowy peaks
It's blazing in the midnight sun

Just behind a veil of wind
A million angels waiting in the wings
A swirling storm of cherubim
Making ready for the Reckoning

Oh, how long, how long?
Oh, sing on, sing on

And when the world is new again
And the children of the King
Are ancient in their youth again
Maybe it's a better thing
A better thing

To be more than merely innocent
But to be broken then redeemed by love
Maybe this old world is bent
But it's waking up
And I'm waking up

'Cause I can hear the voice of one
He's crying in the wilderness
"Make ready for the Kingdom Come"
Don't you want to thank someone for this?

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallalujah! Hallelujah!
Come back soon
Come back soon

(words by Andrew Peterson)

TRAFFIC JAMS

Traffic jams, sea of cars.

Snapshots of faces, futile and lost.

Some young, some old.  Some young who look old.

Worn.   Hope and dreams hanging on.

A life lived encapsulated in one drive.

Muddling through.  Thoughtless.  Blurry.

Breaking down, looking for traction.

Stop and go.   Heat and sweat.

I awake.  That's not me.  I’m alive.  Rescued.

United by faith.  Strength and direction.

Engine running now.  Moving faster.

Power and life.  Full not empty.

Traffic jams, sea of cars.

Face shining, found and useful.

Outside growing old.  Fading.  Inside growing new.

Finding rest.  Hope and dreams bright and sure.

Christ Has Loved Us

 I thought this quote was fabulous and gives us a great and majestic glimpse into the love of Christ.  May this love increasingly characterize me!


"There is no other solution to the marvellous mysteries of His Incarnation and Sacrificial Death but this: Christ has loved us.

There is not a circumstance of our Lord’s history which is not another form or manifestation of love.

His incarnation is love stooping.
His sympathy is love weeping.
His compassion is love supporting.
His grace is love acting.
His teaching is the voice of love.
His silence is the repose of love.
His patience is the restraint of love.
His obedience is the labor of love.
His suffering is the travail of love.
His cross is the altar of love.
His death is the burnt offering of love.
His resurrection is the triumph of love.
His ascension into heaven is the enthronement of love.
His sitting down at the right hand of God is the intercession of love.

Such is the deep, the vast, the boundless ocean of Christ’s love!"

— Octavius Winslow

Stony Heart, Frozen Soul

Grace and riches lavished upon me,

Still so often I'm blind and will not see;

Mercy vast and love untold,

Still onto sin and anger I often hold.

Death of death upon that Cross,

I want more, cries my flesh of dross.

My stony heart, Oh so cold

Still onto pride and ambition I hold.

Unspeakable treasures for eternity mine,

But a soul so bitter I often find.

Forgiven much by that Work of Old, 

Still onto resentment my hands do hold.

All my crimes cast into the deepest deep,

Still, with others does my ire does seep

Oh! How given to threaten and scold

Forgetting the One to whom all I owe.

War rages within the deepest part,

Oft downcast, discouraged, scared to start.

May my love, delight and gratitude forever be

set upon Him, who shed his blood to rescue me.

Break and work to melt my frozen soul,

To be warmed to that love forever to behold!