My Heart Will Sing

You’re the River
You’re the Life
You’re the Giver of everything that’s right
But my words are weary
They’ll never do
My heart is ready
I was made to worship You

My lips cannot describe you, but my heart will sing
My mind cannot define you, but my heart will sing
My eyes cannot behold the precious beauty of Your face
But still my heart will sing of Your grace

I am a beggar
In the land
Of the broken wickedness of man
I’ve been blind since the first time
Open my eyes
Your love is a wonder
None can disguise

My lips cannot describe you, but my heart will sing
My mind cannot define you, but my heart will sing
Your grace is shining down on me
Your love is falling down on me
Your hope is shining down on me

Your love’s indescribable,
Your love for me

I had a vision
Of a home
With every memory of love I’ve ever known
It was the morning
Of the life to come
I saw the glory of He who overcomes…

My lips cannot describe you, but my heart will sing
My mind cannot define you, but my heart will sing
My eyes cannot behold the precious beauty of Your face
But still my heart will sing of Your grace...

~Silers Bald

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It's been an interesting day. I skipped prayer meeting at work today to shut my office door and just talk to God. I miss Him. It seems like I hardly get time anymore to talk to Him or listen to Him, and when I do, I fill it with other nonsensical time-killers. But I did pray this morning, which was... a step. I asked God to please make me humble. Sometimes, I think we have to be desperate for God before we're willing to count the cost of knowing Him. Whether the cost is my pride, my friendships, my future or my life, what right do I have to withhold myself from this God who gave His own self for me?

Pete's mom shared something with me that got me started to thinking about what Jesus did for me. She simply shared what impacted her about her Easter sermon, the words, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."

Jesus, who knew the hearts of those killing Him, begged His Father, who had every right to judge them and destroy them for killing His Son, to forgive them for His murder, even as He went to take their punishment for what they didn't know they were doing. There is a WHY there that I'm not getting... but there is a picture of undeserved grace and abundant mercy that gives me chills.

My heart still sings when I see His grace... even if I don't know how to accept it... How does He love me? I don't understand...