Posts Tagged ‘hymn’

Come and See

Sunday was Earth Day. Not just “Earth Day” Sunday. It was actually Earth Day, April 22nd. Here in Arkansas it was a gorgeous, wild spring day – crystal blue skies with fluffy white clouds sailing by, and I do mean sailing. There was a real kite-flying wind coming out of the south-west and sunshine that simply wouldn’t quit.

Some dear friends of ours from the Fayetteville International Folk Dance Society, came out after church to plant a few fruit trees “in honor” of my husband, Joe, as a kind of living, growing “get-well” wish following his recent accident. It was a beautiful day, and a beautiful gesture of friendship.

We prayed over those little trees, asking for protection and blessing and a “fruitful” future (literally), entrusting the future to that which is greater than ourselves. I was profoundly touched by that simple act. We are of different faiths and know the Other by different names, and yet it is an easy congress between us. I think we all recognize a similar yearning in each other, the hope for wholeness and the quiet mind. I feel deeply blessed to have found friends like this.

I introduced the congregation to a marvelous new song in worship Sunday morning, and they picked up right away. It’s catchy, both the lyrics and the tune – it played in my head all day and far into the night! What a miracle gift, indeed.

“Come and see what God has done, the earth is alive thanks to the sun.
Every plant that grows, every river that flows, what a miracle gift of creation.”

Come and See, by Hans Peterson, (c) 2007 Dakota Road Music

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Endless Song …

There is an old hymn that has been something of a “theme song” for me for years. It captures the feelings of both restlessness and hopefulness with which I have always lived (or maybe they live with me – either way, we’ve been together for a long, long time).

My life flows on, an endless song,
Above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the sweet, though far-off hymn,
That hails a new creation.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that rock I’m clinging.
Since love is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing? 

As I get older, it feels as if I have a higher vantage point than I used to – more perspective and a broader horizon. I don’t know it changes much – still can’t avoid or evade what’s coming, it’s just that now I see what’s headed my way in relation to the other events I’ve managed to weather. Still holding on tight. Still singing.

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