Nichole Nordeman has done it again. I stumbled upon this song and found myself face down (pretty much on my computer keyboard) with hands in the air and tears spilling down the around the letter buttons.
"And the storm may swell. Even then it is well. And YOU ARE GOOD."
Showing posts with label songs i love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs i love. Show all posts
6.17.2009
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8.19.2007
08/19/2007
On the radio station I listen to here in Houston, they often play music from an artist named Israel Houghton. Not too long ago he redid a song called 'My Tribute', and I love it! I think the song will be familiar to lots of you, but read it again, because the sentiment is so appropriate in our lives:
How can I say thanks
For the things You have done for me,
Things so undeserved,
Yet You gave to prove Your love for me.
The voices of a million angels
Could not express my gratitude.
All that I am and ever hope to be,
I owe it all to Thee.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
for the things He has done.
He has done.
Just let me live my life,
Let it be pleasing, Lord, to Thee,
Should I gain any praise,
Let it go to Calvary.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
for the things He has done.
With His blood He has saved me,
With His power He has raised me,
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.
He has done.
He has done great things.
He has done great things, yeah.
How great is our God
Sing with me, How great is our God
And all will see how great, how great is our God.
Oh, How great is our God
Sing with me, How great is our God
And all will see how great, how great is our God.
How can I say thanks
For the things You have done for me.
I'm thinking of all the pictures that could flash through the Power Point presentation on God's work in my life with that song playing in the background.
I'm not naturally a charismatic. I'm not one to raise my hands in church and I wouldn't fit in with a group of people that liked to 'jump for Jesus' or otherwise appear incredibly enthusiastic. In fact, I don't generally radiate enthusiasm--in any realm of life, not just Christianity. It's not my personality. However, I've figured out that I don't need to be a hand-clappin', leg-slappin', foot-stompin' Christian in order to be a sincere Christian. And so God and I communicate quietly, calmly, and though I know He speaks with Christians on the far other end of the 'charismatic spectrum', He is willing to meet with me in my way.
We sit together on the piano bench, and I play and sing to Him acknowledging His greatness and His goodness. And through my mind flash the pictures from that Power Point...and I know He is viewing it with me...
pictures of Nathan (How can I say thanks?)
pictures of Nick (for the things You have done for me)
pictures of my home (things so undeserved, yet You gave to prove your love for me)
pictures of my Dad, Mom, & Kyle (the voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude)...
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.
He has done.
How can I say thanks
For the things You have done for me,
Things so undeserved,
Yet You gave to prove Your love for me.
The voices of a million angels
Could not express my gratitude.
All that I am and ever hope to be,
I owe it all to Thee.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
for the things He has done.
He has done.
Just let me live my life,
Let it be pleasing, Lord, to Thee,
Should I gain any praise,
Let it go to Calvary.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
for the things He has done.
With His blood He has saved me,
With His power He has raised me,
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.
He has done.
He has done great things.
He has done great things, yeah.
How great is our God
Sing with me, How great is our God
And all will see how great, how great is our God.
Oh, How great is our God
Sing with me, How great is our God
And all will see how great, how great is our God.
How can I say thanks
For the things You have done for me.
I'm thinking of all the pictures that could flash through the Power Point presentation on God's work in my life with that song playing in the background.
I'm not naturally a charismatic. I'm not one to raise my hands in church and I wouldn't fit in with a group of people that liked to 'jump for Jesus' or otherwise appear incredibly enthusiastic. In fact, I don't generally radiate enthusiasm--in any realm of life, not just Christianity. It's not my personality. However, I've figured out that I don't need to be a hand-clappin', leg-slappin', foot-stompin' Christian in order to be a sincere Christian. And so God and I communicate quietly, calmly, and though I know He speaks with Christians on the far other end of the 'charismatic spectrum', He is willing to meet with me in my way.
We sit together on the piano bench, and I play and sing to Him acknowledging His greatness and His goodness. And through my mind flash the pictures from that Power Point...and I know He is viewing it with me...
pictures of Nathan (How can I say thanks?)
pictures of Nick (for the things You have done for me)
pictures of my home (things so undeserved, yet You gave to prove your love for me)
pictures of my Dad, Mom, & Kyle (the voices of a million angels could not express my gratitude)...
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory.
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.
He has done.
4.15.2007
04/15/2007
The language which my heart most fluently speaks is the language of music. I tried to explain this to someone the other day and was greeted by a blank stare. I was sharing that often, when I cannot find sufficient words to express my emotions to God, I can 'play' my heart on the piano. I have often asked God to interpret the notes I play, because I know He can. I recall a passage of scripture that says the Lord interprets our groaning. Sometimes I let the piano do my groaning. Music is also the means in which I best express my feelings for other people. I have written songs for Nathan, for my Grandfather, for my parents, for my brother, and for my husband. Adding notes adds a depth that no adjective can reach. I have been so spoken to by songs written by people I've never met who I believe also speak the language of music. I have just been reflecting on some of the songs that are etched on my heart.
Rich Mullins wrote a song called 'Hold Me, Jesus.' I have often sung the chorus with tears rolling down my cheeks. It is a song for tough, trying times. It says:
"So hold me, Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf.
You have been King of my glory. Won't you be my Prince of Peace?"
Just off hand, I'm recalling the night when I told my Mom and Dad that I had found a tumor. I was maybe 16 years old, and although I had known about the tumor for some time, I had waited to tell them. Perhaps because saying the words out loud forced me to acknowledge that I could be dealing with something very grim. That night, as a teenager, I slept in bed with my Mom. I distinctly remember the words to that song going through my mind..."I'm shaking like a leaf." Singing didn't provide an answer, it didn't take away the tumor, but it was an act of surrender. God, I'm not big enough, not strong enough, not enough period. I need You.
This evening I didn't have any particularly entertaining story to relay. I decided that since I have a multitude of songs which have spoken to (and still speak to) me, that when I have lack of a better idea, I will share one of them. It is good for me to remember the moments I've spent with God and these songs anyways.
Rich Mullins wrote a song called 'Hold Me, Jesus.' I have often sung the chorus with tears rolling down my cheeks. It is a song for tough, trying times. It says:
"So hold me, Jesus, 'cause I'm shaking like a leaf.
You have been King of my glory. Won't you be my Prince of Peace?"
Just off hand, I'm recalling the night when I told my Mom and Dad that I had found a tumor. I was maybe 16 years old, and although I had known about the tumor for some time, I had waited to tell them. Perhaps because saying the words out loud forced me to acknowledge that I could be dealing with something very grim. That night, as a teenager, I slept in bed with my Mom. I distinctly remember the words to that song going through my mind..."I'm shaking like a leaf." Singing didn't provide an answer, it didn't take away the tumor, but it was an act of surrender. God, I'm not big enough, not strong enough, not enough period. I need You.
This evening I didn't have any particularly entertaining story to relay. I decided that since I have a multitude of songs which have spoken to (and still speak to) me, that when I have lack of a better idea, I will share one of them. It is good for me to remember the moments I've spent with God and these songs anyways.
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