Holy words long preserved / For our walk in this world / They resound with God's own heart / O let the ancient words impart / Words of life / Words of hope / Give us strength / Help us cope / In this world where'er we roam / Ancient words will guide us home // CHORUS / Ancient words ever true / Changing me and changing you / We have come with open hearts / O let the ancient words impart // Holy words of our faith / Handed down to this age / Came to us through sacrifice / O heed the faithful words of Christ / Holy words long preserved / For our walk in this world / They resound with God's own heart / O let the ancient words impart //
~ by Lynn DeShazo (from Worship Again - Track #4, recorded by Michael W. Smith)
It's amazing to me what a difference it makes when I start my day with worship. Just to sit in the presence of my Father God. To focus my fickle heart on His. It clears away the cobwebs of struggling through a day's activities, and reminds me of my purpose, and the goodness of the One who drew the plans.
Focus. FOCUS. There must be some spiritual sounding acrostic-designation for that awesome word that would explain how it helps me get perspective on my life, and God's plan. But I confess that I don't know it. And for me, for today, I think a cute little acrostic would tarnish the sense of awe I feel.
It's like I've had a slight blurring in my vision corrected. I am reminded that the things that I tend to focus my time and energy on, the worries that plague me, the details that I feel I must control, all serve to blur my vision, and keep me from seeing God's plan for me today.
Today, the stress is melting away. It doesn't really matter if my plans go awry. If my day doesn't go according to my plan and the timing gets all screwed up, or there's an inconvenient interruption -- there's no need to panic. I gave up control today.
God's got the map, and He's driving. For today, I am hanging out with my Father, in the passenger seat...fiddling with the knobs on the radio, setting the climate control, and the adjusting the lumbar support seat. I am along for the ride.
And you know the best part? When I took my eyes off the road, and focused them on the Driver, I remembered what it's like to hear and understand His Words. They call to me. They whisper in my ear. They laugh with joy and cry with love. They speak to the deepest places in me exactly what my inner-woman needs to hear.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
No romance was ever more sacred.
I needed to hear those ancient words today. I am glad I took time to focus and listen.
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Friday, July 29, 2005