a salty breeze ruffled my sundress around my ankles.
All around me students were face down in the sand,
crying out for God to move.
I watched from the back,
John Mark sleeping soundly in my arms.
I was reminded of a time when I was desperate,
needing nothing except for Jesus.
Somewhere along the way life got busy.
Things grew hectic,
my passion began to wane in light of other things in my life.
Nothing bad, in fact, most of it was quite good.
But even good things can become burdens.
So on a clear night in July,
twinkly lights illuminating the sand around me,
I asked Jesus to move.
All around me students were face down in the sand,
crying out for God to move.
I watched from the back,
John Mark sleeping soundly in my arms.
I was reminded of a time when I was desperate,
needing nothing except for Jesus.
Somewhere along the way life got busy.
Things grew hectic,
my passion began to wane in light of other things in my life.
Nothing bad, in fact, most of it was quite good.
But even good things can become burdens.
So on a clear night in July,
twinkly lights illuminating the sand around me,
I asked Jesus to move.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to rowit seems farther than ever before
--death cab for cutie
--death cab for cutie
1 comment:
I remember a night during our jr. year at 7:59...I was standing next to you (of course) and we were worshipping with the praise band. Our hands raised, tears streaming down our cheeks. Wanting nothing more than to touch the face of God, to know Him more. For Him to come closer, closer still.
My prayer tonight is I will know that passion again. That the joy of my salvation will be restored. And that He will meet us where we are, broken, humbled, tears streaming down our cheeks. Please Lord, meet us here.
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