Monday, July 13, 2009

Dearest God,

How sweet are your words, words spoken with compassionate love. You do see our plight and you do reach into us, calling out our name.

Every day calls for trust, Lord. Trust for breath, for light, for hope, for strength and courage, for faith that renews, restores and revitalizes. What is trust but the flicker of hope from the soul, the simple call of heaven to redeem us? Trust, a rare and beautiful gem.

Who can turn away from you, Lord? Who can reject the light of your grace? Who would not want the spirit's breath breathing life into us?

All the angels and saints join together singing Alleluia to the Lord. Only those who have been rescued from the deep can sing the song of faith. Only those who reach back to the hand reaching out know the redemption of the Living God. Only those who open their mouth to praise know love's deep dimensions.

I sing
heaven's song
when my
own song
is nothing more
than a
broken record
of sad heartache.
I sing
heaven's song
when I
have lost
the words
to my
own song.
I sing
heaven's song
when I've
lost myself,
when my voice
is used
only for weeping.
I sing
heaven's song
when the
angels and saints
invite me
to sing
with them.
Together we sing
creation's most
beautiful song.
Holy and Beautiful,
are you,
God of the Living
and the Dead.
Savior, Redeemer,
Ever-Renewing Creator,
we sing because
nothing draws us close
like heaven's song.
Our voices
blend with heaven's angels
and life begins
to stir again.
Life returns;
we feel
the touch
of the Master
who leads us
in the song.
To you,
Great Life-Giver,
we sing
to your
our heartiest praise.

Love always, Andrea