Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Wonderful Maker


It was late on Christmas eve, when I sat on the side of the stage, tired. I'd been working hard all week, and in my ever helpful state, had committed to singing in both Christmas Eve services.
It was probably about midnight. The room was dimly lit, except for the spot on the cross, standing in the corner. And in my tiredness, God came.
The worship leader sang, as I closed my eyes.....

Wonderful Maker

You spread out the skies over empty space
Said, let there be light
To a dark and formless world
Your light was born
You spread out your arms over empty hearts
Said, let there be light
To a dark and hopeless world
Your son was born

You made the world and saw that it was good
You sent your only son, for you are good

What a wonderful maker
What a wonderful savior
How majestic your whispers
And how humble your love
With a strength like no other
And the heart of a father
How majestic your whispers
What a wonderful God

No eye has fully seen how beautiful the cross
And we have only heard the faintest whispers
Of how great you are

You made the world and saw that it was good
You sent your only son, for you are good

What a wonderful maker
What a wonderful savior
How majestic your whispers
And how humble your love
With a strength like no other
And the heart of a father
How majestic your whispers
What a wonderful God

You made the world and saw that it was good
You sent your only son, for you are good

What a wonderful maker
What a wonderful savior
How majestic your whispers
And how humble your love
With a strength like no other
And the heart of a father
How majestic your whispers
What a wonderful God

how majestic your whispers
what a wonderful God


I seem to cry a lot more lately. At first I thought it was just about family circumstances....but now I am starting to wonder....as I have been pushing towards God, and He is meeting me......I may be losing some of my walls.....oh oh. Now what?
I know that when my sister spends time with God, she is overwhemed many times to tears.....
When my brother was learning the strength of God, he used to shake. I wonder if he still does that.
It amazes me how we all meet Him in different ways, and how we all react....I know, I hate being a crier....it's so....girlie.

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