Dearest God Above

Dearest God above,

We come to You today giving You thanks,
For You are not just a God seated high above us,
But You are near to each of our hearts

Your providential hands conduct this world
With Your beautiful orchestral score,
And we adore You

We adore Your vast majesty that manifests itself
From the plants to the cosmos
We adore Your great intelligence that instigated a plan
To save a world that in sinful folly made its boast
We adore the way You adore us,
Wretched as we are from coast to coast
‘Til You step in
And into us impart a heart not made of stone
And break our loneliness and all the sickness prior fused to our bones

We were wandering on our own, then crash!
Our feeble minds were blown,
Stepping right into a trap of our own making,
We made it clear that our lives were for the taking,
To be taken without force but by Your divine ordaining,
For what is this world but Your delightful oil painting?

And You sweep the colors this way and that
And sometimes I slip right off like I’m under attack
And I look up to the sky and I question where You’re at
But my God don’t play games – He don’t like it like that

Nah, God, You got my back
And Your back ain’t never been turned on us
Just like the Red Sea been parted,
I know You’re paving our path
And we’ll continue to follow,
Not getting stubborn-hearted and stiff-necked
Like a self-seeking giraffe
Oh, those Israelites didn’t know what they were missing
When they threw You in the trash!

And God our hearts can be just as calloused
We don’t pretend to be shining like diamonds
We just want to look to the true Light
So would You open our eyelids?

With our hearts bowed before You now in humble silence
We lose the words to thank You for Your renewal that brightens
Even the depths of our souls, black as coals at the day’s end
Oh God, would You save us, save us like an old friend?

We ask for Your provision – You always provide
You’re always good, and without any pride
‘Cause You rightfully deserve all the praise
And at the end of our days, when all hands are raised
You’ll lift us up, and like a triumphal parade
We’ll sing and shout and lift high Your name
So with that in mind, direct our hearts today

Help us see from Your perspective,
Following Your divine directive,
Feeding the poor and the needy,
Comforting the broken,
And witnessing to a dying world

May we help widows in their distress
And look out for our fellow man,
Not seeking applause but approval –
Approval from the One who created both the oceans and the sand

For some day,
When this world fades away
All that will matter is what was done by Your hand

Thank You for choosing to love us
Thank You for helping us stand

Not to us, O Lord,
Not to us,
But to Your name be the glory –
To the Eternal One,
The everlasting and exalted Lamb

Amen

Mother Dearest

Mother dearest,

It’s your birthday! – A special day to celebrate just how special you’ve always been. I thank God for a great mom like you. You’re always there for me, you love me so unconditionally, and yet you’re willing to tell me when I’m straying off course.

As I grow, I see more of you in me than I had thought. I guess I’ve always had my worrisome nature from you, but there are good things, too. After all, I’m also learning to plan everything out like you do, and that comes in very handy during the school year when so much is going on and it’s easy to forget to do important tasks.

I am so glad, too, that you brought me up in the Bible, even with all the controversies with the Rapture Watch forum. It was good for me to be exposed to so much doctrine, so much Bible, so many different opinions. I feel so well-educated compared to a lot of the people here. I love being able not only to have an opinion but also to have some kind of founding basis for that opinion. Thanks for that!

I think it’s cool that you have some time now to learn musical things, and I hope that you’re able to continue to develop those abilities. It would be cool someday to sing with you. I mean, you already have a lovely voice, right? The lady at the garage sale certainly thought so! Heh.

I’m really blessed to be able to talk to you about whatever problems I’m dealing with! I don’t know how many girls I’ve talked to you guys about… My oh my. And you were such a help during the last two concerts, preparing everything and keeping me on track. You’ve helped to make me more responsible, more attentive to details, more mature.

…Oh, and your food is amazingly great! Hehe. I think I got some cooking prowess from you. My roommate absolutely loves the eggs I make him each morning. =) Hopefully the cooking class will just expand on that all the more.

I love you, mom! And I’m glad I’ll get to come back over there for Christmas break. Praise God for His grace in making you who you are and for putting you in my life!

See you soon! And have a fantastic birthday! I’m sure I’ll sing for you a whole bunch over Christmas break. Hehe.

Love you!

Your son,
Ryan