when day is done

When the day is done the stillness takes hold. All that transpired parades in review, an eclectic assortment of joys and frustrations. Weariness attends, but not overwhelmingly. Hope is preeminent. God is in control.

Soon it will be morning, early and bright. And the call to worship with a heart uninhibited by the previous day’s travails will be issued. With birdsong for accompaniment, and a cool breeze as gentle percussion amid the stand of new growth near my home, my voice will lift up again in adoration.

Morning Song

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

Before the dawning of first light I lift my voice.
Before the calling of the fields I sing your praise.

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

With wind and trees in choral chant I pour out my heart.
With lilting birdsong on the breeze I declare your love.

I worship you Lord in the morning.
I worship you Lord in the morning.

Lyrics copyrighted by Glen Alan Woods

Orphans of God by Avalon

And it is the church which again must rise up to minister to the unwanted, the broken, the outcasts kicked to the margins of society. It is the church which must be Christ’s hands extended to the least of these. It is my responsibility. It is yours. Yes, it is ours. And in as much as we have done it for the least of these, we have done it for Christ (Matthew 25:35-46). We have only to open our eyes to see the urgent reality of the needs that press upon those that so desperately need help. Jesus is on the move in their midst. Will we join him? Will I?

Break camp and advance….

Worshipping With Young Children

We had five guests this morning in kids church. It was interesting to watch the regular kids step up as leaders. They behaved. They worshipped. They set the tone for the morning. Even some of my more, shall we say, creatively rambunctious kids were mostly on target. This was particularly true as we sang the Hillsong kids tune, One Way. They danced, sang, twirled, and worshipped. We even got down low on the ground. The kids love that part. It was inspiring. It was God honoring. It was worship. It melted my heart and caused it to soar. Thank you Lord.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Source

Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs, 1707.