Sunday, September 27, 2009

Faithful.

"Great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.

Morning by morning I wake up to find,
the power and comfort of God's hand in mine.
Season by season I watch H
im, amazed
In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways.
All I have need of, His hand will provide.
He's always been faithful to me.

I can't remember a trial or a pain
He did not recycle to bring me gain.
I can't remember one single regret
In serving God only, and trusting His hand.
All I have need of, His hand will provide.
He's always been faithful to me.

This is my anthem, this is my song.
The theme of the stories I've heard for so long.
God has been faithful, He will be again.
His loving compassion, it knows no end.
All I have need of, His hand will provide.
He's always been faithful.

He's always been faithful.
He's always been faithf
ul to me."


God has always, always, always been faithful to us. Even when we think He is gone, or even if we are "gone", He's always faithful. This song is by a Sara Groves, she isn't someone i would usually listen to, and the song itself is kind of an old hymn made modern. It's pretty much the only song I like by her. The words just click. If God is faithful, why aren't we? That's something I've always struggled with. Now if you know me, I hate when people get hurt.. It kind of hurts me in a w
ay too. Something I have to realize is whenever I fall into temptation or sin that I am hurting God.

Then why don't I feel hurt?

I can honestly say that lately I have been fighting temptations really well. In a way, it feels like I'm taking Jesus off the cross that I put Him on every time I sin. I could never picture being crucified, too much pain. Even when I think of Jesus being crucified it hurts me. But wasn't it I that put Him on that cross? Yeah, about that. God's faithfulness was Jesus on the cross for us.

Stop crucifying Christ each da
y in your sin, and live.

He's always been faithful to me.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Heaven is the Face.

Heaven is the face of a little boy
With dark brown eyes
That disappear when he smiles.
Heaven is the place
Where he calls my name.

Heaven is a little boys hand in mine.
And a thousand other little things I miss when I'm gone.
Heaven is the place where He takes my hand
And leads me to You,
And we both run into Your arms.

Oh God, I know, it's so much more that I can dream.
It's far beyond anything I can conceive.
So God, You know, I'm trusting You until I see
Heaven in the face of my little boy,
Heaven in the face of my little boy.

Heaven is the place where he hears You speak.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Everyone to Know.

My soul needed rescue.
Hero, it had to be You.

Refreshed.