Early Will I Seek Thee - Cliff Hawley
Psalm 63:1(NIV)
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
My soul is always touched by this picture. It reminds me of the father of a severely disabled but dearly loved daughter. Every morning of her short life he had his quiet time next to her crib. Her life was of such great value that she brought a grown man to his knees. Was she made in the image of God? Yes, she surely was. We all are made to live out our lives to the glory of God.
Even if it is pain and sorrow that brings glory to God, we yet live for Him.
Christa Wells - How Emptiness Sings
How Emptiness Sings
Brother, he's suffered like a tree taken down
Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out
And how can a man just keep walking around
With his heart full of holes
But ooh,
His bow is on the strings
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
Hmm, hmmm
Sister carries her loneliness
In a hidden hollow inside her chest
And sometimes all that she wants is an end
To the long, long night
But ooh,
Her bow is on the strings,
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
Hmm, hmmm
I haven't been asked yet to walk the hard roads
Still there's a sense of deep loss in my soul
In the middle of a party, I'll just want to go
Home.
But ooh,
My bow is on the strings,
I'm beginning to learn where to find the words
To the song that emptiness sings
Ooh, bow is on the strings:
Glory to God! Glory to God!
This is how emptiness sings, oh,
This is how emptiness sings
Hmmm, hmmm
Brother, he's suffered like a tree taken down
Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out
And how can a man just keep walking around
With his heart full of holes
But ooh,
His bow is on the strings
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
Hmm, hmmm
Sister carries her loneliness
In a hidden hollow inside her chest
And sometimes all that she wants is an end
To the long, long night
But ooh,
Her bow is on the strings,
And the tune resonates in the open space
To show us how emptiness sings:
Glory to God, Glory to God!
In fullness of wisdom,
He writes my story into his song,
My life for the glory of God.
Hmm, hmmm
I haven't been asked yet to walk the hard roads
Still there's a sense of deep loss in my soul
In the middle of a party, I'll just want to go
Home.
But ooh,
My bow is on the strings,
I'm beginning to learn where to find the words
To the song that emptiness sings
Ooh, bow is on the strings:
Glory to God! Glory to God!
This is how emptiness sings, oh,
This is how emptiness sings
Hmmm, hmmm
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