What?
"Meet with me."
When? Now? In the morning?
"Both."
Really?
"Meet with me."
I heard it plain as day. At 11:15 at night. My alarm goes off at 4 in the morning. I have to be at work sometime between 5:30 and 6. 11:15 is late. I know that 10:15 is only an hour earlier, but 11:15 is late. "Meet with me."
OK.
Matt. 19:26. Nothing.
Mark 6:4-6. Nothing.
Lord, I don't know what You want from me right now. Nothing's making any sense.
"Write me a song."
It's late.
"Write me a song."
About what? What kind of song?
"Write me a song."
Anybody else notice I'm not the only stubborn one here? I pull down my guitar.
Give me the words, Lord.
You made the stars....that twinkle....that shine....that burn at night...so bright.
Give me the chords, Lord. Please. Give me the music.
You made this heart...that beats for You...so true...for You...
An hour later:
You made the stars
that burn at night, so bright
You made this heart
that beats for You, for You
You made the wind
that blows through the trees, gentle breeze
You made this soul
that basks in Your glory, Your glory
Your Glory shines brighter than the sun
You're the Holy One
Who was, and is, and is to come
You're the Holy One
The Holy One
You made the seas
that crash into shore, hear them roar
You made these hands
that clap for You, it's all for You
You made the men
who crucified Your son, Your only son
You made Your son
who comes in Your glory, Your glory
Your Glory shines brighter than the sun
You're the Holy One
Who was, and is, and is to come
You're the Holy One
The Holy One
I did not make the morning meeting. I'm sorry, Lord. I will make tomorrow's. Grant me grace to do so. Meet with me.
I've Moved
13 years ago
Posts
3 comments:
I just love how when God speaks it's so powerful (Meet with me), but at the same time it's so simple (short phrases that have so much meaning). Awesome blog~!
I'm still very much in a dry season. Things like this haven't happened since our first gathering before the Paul Costa meetings. I'm wanting to get back to it so badly. My Spirit is welling up inside, but my flesh continuously slumbers in weakness. Pray for me. I want more than just tears, God.
R.C. thanks for being real here and letting us all catch a glimpse of what God is doing in and through you.
Tob
So do we get to hear the song? I love the words, but it would be sweet to hear the sound of it if you are able to make a scratch of it and link it somehow. Thanks for the sharing the intimate moment. It's encouraging.
-Andy
Post a Comment