So there's no Five Minute Friday today. Lisa Jo is on vacation. The nerve. ;) But she did have an interesting post set up for today. In fact, it made me think of something I've spent 15 years denying. I think in songs. Yeah, you're wondering, what on earth are you talking about, Sara? It's not that I write songs, I'm not really that talented, it's that I attach a song to everything, and everything to a song.
For example, on Wednesday night, as our pastor was preaching on Romans 7, I couldn't get get the song Battle, by Christ August, out of my head.
For example, on Wednesday night, as our pastor was preaching on Romans 7, I couldn't get get the song Battle, by Christ August, out of my head.
When I went on a prayer walk around Pomona for the first time before Easter, the song God of This City by Chris Tomlin played in my head for a week.
When I see something in the news, or hear of something in someone's life that disturbs me, it convicts me that my prayer life is lacking, and I think of What If His People Prayed, by Casting Crowns.
So it should come as no surprise that Lisa Jo's post started a song in my head.
It's just funny that I had posted the lyrics to this song on Instagram yesterday. Coincidence...nah, there's no such thing. :) The Wednesday night worship pastor introduced this a few weeks ago. I love it. I finally was able to remember the lyrics enough to find it and buy it this past Wednesday after church. Coincidence...um, see previous comment.
Anyway, I couldn't find a good lyrics video for this song so here they are:
From wanting to be loved
From wanting to be praised by all
From needing to be first
From finding all my worth in this world
From wanting to be seen
From constant worrying about myself
Deliver me
From validating words that only seem to serve a heart that's proud
And all my self esteem, dressed up in vanity and doubt
From wondering if I am relevant and liked, so God
Deliver me, deliver me
Show me what it all looks like
Scribbled on the pages of a human life
Riddled through the ages until we see the light
Breaking all the cages wide open
Every little prison
From fear of letting go
From fear of the unknown ahead
From being overlooked
And so misunderstood again
From fear of being judged
From rumors of a love that fails
Deliver me, deliver me
Show me what it all looks like
Scribbled on the pages of a human life
Riddled through the ages until we see the light
Breaking all the cages wide open
Every little prison
Let every man be more than I
Closer to the truth when I'm set aside
Mostly of no use, but when I fall I fly
Breaking all the cages wide open
All these little prisons
Show me what it all looks like
Scribbled on the pages of a human life
Riddled through the ages until we see the light
Breaking all the cages wide open
Every little prison
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Was in such a hurry to get the kids going I forgot to post about the 30 Days of Prayer for the Muslim World this morning. Don't forget to check it out and join in. Prayer will change things faster than hatred & fear.
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