2 Peter 1:16–17 (ESV) ~ 16 For we did not follow cleverly devised myths when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but we were eyewitnesses of his majesty. 17 For when he received honor and glory from God the Father, and the voice was borne to him by the Majestic Glory, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased,”
To see this mountain is to see “majestic glory”. But that is almost sacrilegious to say, For this is only part of the story. For if this mountain is majestic, You are more so, For You are the Creator of the heavens and the earth, Thus it is glory to You I want to bestow. You are my Father – My Lord and King, You are my Savior and Shepherd. New Life You certainly bring. You are holy and awesome. You declared Jesus to be Your Son, He died and rose again, And he will never be outdone. From You is borne New Life Thus You are the Majestic Glory. I sing aloud and praise Your name, For You are my complete story.
The light shining in the darkness. The anchor in the chaos. The lifeline in the quicksand. You are my God and Rock. Peace in the midst of turmoil. Mercy in my suffering. Compassion when all seems lost. You are my God and Hope. When the wind and the waves rage. When the lion lurks in the shadows. When the enemy fires his arrows. You are my God and Shield. I know I am never alone. For You are my loving Father. Being Your precious child. I praise You through Christ my Lord.
“my little children, for whom I am again in anguish of childbirth until Christ is formed in you.” [Galatians 4:19]
Oh my flock, how I want you to know. How I want you to grow. And therefore it is the Word I seek to bestow. For you see, I am a shepherd, called to help you comprehend, called to feed and to tend. To show it is Christ who your broken life will mend. He is the One I want you to know, and thus He is the one in whom I want you to grow. Oh my flock, His heart is amazing to behold, and thus I may often get very bold, for it’s His Truth that I don’t want to go untold. And thus I echo the anguish of Paul’s heart, And thus I will never stop until I impart, God’s Word, that others from Him will never be apart.
My eyes are closed yet the sun is shining through; My fleshly barrier cannot hold back the light. This reality proclaims the truth of the Light – and I smile. As I smile, I listen. I listen to the nature chorus. Birds of all kinds contribute. A dog barks wanting to join the chorus. Soon an insect offers their voice and the chorus grows. The music is unique – nothing like it will ever be heard. The music is rhythmic – no practice was required. The music is lively – singing praises to the Creator. Oh God, You have ordained praise and nature sings. You have given me Life, and my heart rejoices. The Light shines in the darkness and the darkness will never overcome. I listen I rejoice I smile
Been up since 4 AM,
Listening to the silence of a sleeping house.
Listening for the still, quiet voice of You.
Listening with expectant ears.
Listening with a hopeful heart.
This world is noisy and my ears are tired.
Too many voices.
Too many sounds.
But now the silence, oh the silence.
[Distant car engine outside]
Even those small noises are loud.
Longing for silence, if just for a moment.
I need Your voice.